Everyone says only the good die young, I guess I'll be here for a long long time.
I'm not worried about that being a jinx.
Okay, I am, but I don't like to admit that.
I just want roses as red as blood behind a boy with a smile as white as a could.
Maybe if I wasn't so mean, things would go my way.
But maybe I like to be mean.
Maybe I'm just into cutting out the worst road for me to take.
Could it be that if I actually did get what I wanted I'd lose my dreams at night and my daydreams at day.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Goodnight.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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