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Nighttime 1:57 a.m. 2004-05-09 In these quiet hours night ridden and desolate there is nothing for me all of you are gone away or too busy with your own lives and i have nothing to hold onto. Tonight i'd drag the lake and end it all because i needed some kind of reassurance right now but i won't get it... this smoke still smells and my eyes burn Take it all, i have no use for this breath or this blood (why do i do this to myself) I wish i could just say goodbye to you all.... do i know any one of you?
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