It's like ... my tensions are Good
But my hands are ***** and I talk to Dogs that tell me I'm unworthy.
As they bark I chuckle but my hands aren't steady I'm scared to leave this earth without living like what's after?
It's like...I lay with a Rose that's dead and the only thing that makes me smile is the memories we use to have, what's this feeling I'm feeling ..am I safe with the daisy that burn brighter then the Sun or am safer with the pettles of a Rose..?