as i sit here i find my self going off in to space, it is weard because as i look out the window, i see what could of been if we would have naver got all the technoligy we have now. but at the same time i still see all the pain in life and it is sad. but when i think of the fucher i see nothing but distoction. what do you see when you look out the window?
Every time i try to get her off my mind, it hurts even more. But when i see my own blood runing down my arm like lava comeing out of a vocano. This is the only time i can get her off my mind and not haveing to worry about it hurting.
WHY?
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