They thought I was drunk.
Yes I was.
I still am.
They thought I didn't mean it.
I didn't.
But here I am.
Standing here alone.
In this uncertainty.
Let me know.
Where are we going.
Or, therefore, we should just end it.
Please.
No more question.
I'm sick of 'em.
March 19, 2009
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1 comment:
don't know where are we going, i just it's not the time to give in.
ciao anthony
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