When's gonna be my time?
It's almost summer, the weather is infinitely better, by turn shouldn't be life become infinitely better? Instead I'm still getting slammed, still wasting all my time there, still being forced to share space with fucking morons.
But I got a message from The Player the last night... and I'm thinking, I'm seriously considering... hmmm... if only we weren't so alike, if only we weren't perfect for each other, then maybe we could work. But fuck, wouldn't be great if we did work.
Damn I hate this game. Some times I just want out. I'm sick of waiting and wanting.
But I got a message from The Player the last night... and I'm thinking, I'm seriously considering... hmmm... if only we weren't so alike, if only we weren't perfect for each other, then maybe we could work. But fuck, wouldn't be great if we did work.
Damn I hate this game. Some times I just want out. I'm sick of waiting and wanting.