Forsaken your Whore heart.
If asked, "Who are your friends?", I am not sure who i would answer. Don't know of one, Alot of people I talk to and befriend, but who are they and what are they? There was once a boy I called my Brother. He disapeard the day I left for Boston. No a word or letter from him since. Perhaps that is just what happens. Time drifts people apart. You know I my burned for a woman once, before I lost track of time, and now I belive I am to far removed for her to even belive in me. But I bother her with stories and thoughts, She may not even read them. But my heart was hung there years ago now, and it still dreams of what her hair smells like. I told her of how we met and how we moved apart. She said alot of us moved up in the world while leaving others behind, deep in this town. But just a misunderstanding, i am one of those kids, who have not changed for the better. But my dear, I have my mind, and my dreams, and in them we are free. Wind in our hair and hope in our hearts not on my arm.
For T. Smile. And Keep the night life.
For T. Smile. And Keep the night life.