Jun 11, 2004 07:10
I wanna be so in love,
have someone there when I make my move,
I sit alone in an angry chair,
I talk too much,
I stay up too late,
7:15 am is hardly stayin' up late,
the addiction takes control, no doubt,
I hear the census there's nothing I feel I will do
just let the drug take a hold of you.
cause I have no reason,
no purpose to be,
no friendship to hold,
nothing to look forward to.