June 4, 2009

5 words..

never made it as a wise man, i couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing...

tired of living like a blind man, i'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling..

it's not like you to say sorry, i was waiting on a different story...

this time i'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking..

and i've been wrong, i've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle..

these five words in my head scream "are we having fun yet?"........

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