they want me to mature into some one free, but still they keep me locked up without a key, rule and regulations are far to commen here, there's a list as long as my arm
you expect me to help you, a past freind you want me to care and guide you to the end, even when it's was you that made us end, and it was you who bitch at my freind, while i'll tell you
Perhaps to you i'm only a person, who wishes every day to, run. Sometimes us a humans ingnore things, we can not see that infact, death is the only way to exist.
A girl stands seems okay, the sun is up it's a bright day, soft breeze whistles through, the willow tree's but didn't anyone tell you, don't judge a book by it's cover,
There are not enough people who want to try, not enough people who want to live, to break out of the normality there are too many people who give you too soon, too many people