My brother matt, and sister jill, both succeed, and find happiness….
I fail, at everything.
Archive for March, 2004
It was the best of times
I don’t think it could be any worse…
The sound outside drowns out
the shoud within myself
nothing left to leave behind
nothing to look forward to
you were never there for me
so I can’t be here for you
I don’t think it could be any worse…
The sound outside drowns out
the shoud within myself
nothing left to leave behind
nothing to look forward to
you were never there for me
so I can’t be here for you
tomorrow I am leaving
I don’t know when i’m coming home
tomorrow I am leaving
I don’t know when i’m coming home
I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe
I can hardly believe what it could have been like
I dob’t care I don’t want it now anyway
even if it was mine…
