Jul 20, 2006 03:46
its the old men that tell me
theyll take care of me when i get old,
when all i want is a chance to be young
nice young thing, let me buy you a drink
no thank you, not right now.
a grocery store, a market, with parents,
and still the looks, and stares, and eyes.
still just waiting for you.
but ive heard about you,sir.
how you treat someone after,
how its sad.
but i want that feeling,
because it means something,
though nothing to you.
i should know better...