Jul 2013
Hot and sad on asphalt,
Knowing I never wanted to be here,
I clench my crunching knuckles,
Raise my fists up to the cold stars and scream-
**"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"
Knowing I never wanted to be here,
I clench my crunching knuckles,
Raise my fists up to the cold stars and scream-
**"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"
