Yes, Let us take the steps into the deepest darkest regions of my mind. Let us explore my many talents. Let us determine whether I can call myself sane.
By Artimis flower (dont think its spelled write)
You pull me back, You get in my way. You're in my face Every day. You lie to me Then run away, Hoping I'll forget All that you say. And, with regret, You will see That someday you'll be the death of me.
firebelow20 · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments