January 2010
7 posts
Ate half a block of chocolate
Cried a long way home
Nothing’s got better
But I won’t open my mouth
And tell anybody who’s concerned
I’ve tried my best to accept
And to learn
Chance was handed to me
All they expect from me is to do my job
When nothing’s given back
It should be all my faults
And yes it is
To not showing my flaws from the beginning
I close...