May 2016
The truth is...*
I fall upon the ground
A seedling in your grass
Whether I willed or not
To come knocking again
And find myself at a loss
For not giving up was my
Plan and I still can never
Win a battle no one but
I would have even fought.
I fall upon the ground
A seedling in your grass
Whether I willed or not
To come knocking again
And find myself at a loss
For not giving up was my
Plan and I still can never
Win a battle no one but
I would have even fought.
Most of my wishes, hopes and dreams are all too impossible to achieve. And you're too in denial that you are the reason, I can't trust you, I can't depend on you. You're not even going to start heading my way. This is why I'm ******* as it is...
