I make me what it could come home to
in the one bedroom house,
all fucked up in the room
troubles are there... oh boy, this way over me,
way over the top of my head
so dis-illusioned, i want to sleep
and I slowly close my eyes
a open wound, a stich in time. a broken heart, a busted mind. a bit of love, a bit of hate, a bit to much can open hells gate. a watchfull eye is in the room, a watchfull eye causes doom. so walk with quit toes, and be ever mindfull that no one knows.
Never the less
im crazy to the bitter core.
Written June 18, 2009, 12:49 am
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