I move too much. I moved to Iowa, moved back. Moved to Port Orchard, then to Texas. Moved from Texas to here, and now I am more than likely I am moving back. Boyfriends are so hard to keep because of this pattern. It sucks! Yeah. I know, suck it up.
I am lost. I know where I want to go. I know how to get there. I know who is waiting for me when I come home. I know where I started. I know who I am. I just want to know where I am.
I am small. Very small. Nothing I can do to change that. Not only am I small, I am young. Nothing I can do to change THAT either. I live to love, and I love to live. I know my place, I know what I am doing. Sometimes I know what I will do. Other than that, I am indifferent to the world.
There is more than meets the eye.
There is more bellow the surface.
So take a look,
explore what is lost to the unknown.
You lie, silently before me. Your tears, they mean nothing to me. The wind, howlin at the windows The love, you never gave I give to you, really don't deserve it. But now, there's nothing you can do. So sleep, in your only mem'ry Of me, my dearest mother.
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes it was always you that I despised. I don't feel enough for you to cry. Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye, Good bye Good Bye Good Bye
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