a broken record
Been around the wold so many times,if u could only see my mind.I'v watched my secert haven turn to hell.faith alone has guided me,the ghost of my own destny i dont even have a soul to sell.I wouldent wish my head on u ... i'm just another loonly broken hero, picking up the shards of my life. Clinical depression, tryed to end it with a smith&wession, blow my head into nonexistence, with every tear of ice and blood that hits the ground i draw the bringer of death closer and closer. The drip drip of insainty leaking into my mind seeing the sign, the sign misery, and how many times can i get apolagy that never counted or a thought that never matterd to those who listen to the broken record.... i'm sorry that i cant say more to impress the in-crowed or the ( jock strap moran race that control the local skools) or the druged-out fools that once called them selves my friend. if i really mattered then u would listen to every thing that i say and can make a good comment in return. Though i couldent ask for more with what i have to offer then what i have is a god sent. I couldent do better even if i looked good,instead of the scared up ex-junkie with nothing more then a dark mind,black book, and a CD player. If i could do better would i change? for those how know how this is u, know what i have and then ask u'r self would I change?