Creating chaos and uproar wherever she goes.

»Making excuses.

All of this
All the time
Takes it's turn.

With no rhythem
And no rhyme
It makes us all.

But look at you
You're so alive
And yet you keep it inside

Why won't you let
The world see
Behind your sad eyes.

And I'm just glad
Of an excuse
To stare at you.

People say
It's a life lost
But it's my life to lose.

martes, 2 de febrero de 2010 5:34