Saturday, March 24, 2007

The scenes we play, the act of lying to ourselves.

Today i needed a friend
All i got was misery
I can't stand these walls no more
Lifes curfew came early on cue
The plot of our lifes bent over, askewed
As we leave the stage applauded or hissed
The things we wished for
Will surely be missed.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good for people to know.

11/10/2008 2:23 PM  

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