these word are my own
At night I sit up and think. I think about everything and the answers just come to me. Everything makes sense and I'm happy with life. Then I come up with some crazy scheme(burning my sheets with isopropyl alcohol) and I have every intention of carrying it out in the morning. When I wake up I realize that everything I was thinking was retarded and I don't have any answers. I have nothing but some dangerous plan that I'm too chicken shit for.
I wish you would be a friend. Calling me once in a while would be nice.
If you looking for me you can find me on the block disobeying the law.
I wish you would be a friend. Calling me once in a while would be nice.
If you looking for me you can find me on the block disobeying the law.