Dec 17, 2008 00:12
Everything in the world figured out but I can never seem to find what real love was about
There is no Gucci I could buy
There is no Louis Vuitton to put on
There is no YSL that they could sell
To get my heart out of this hell
And my mind out of this jail
There is no clothes that I could buy
That could turn back the time
There is no vacation spot I could fly
That could bring back a piece of real life