How come my words never seem vast enough,
to simply tell how my life can uff and puff,
things in life, they are so simple,
and yet I still seem to just pedel,
on by and never look back. But then when I do,
I always regret this feeling of horrible left over dew.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
How come my words never seem vast enough,
to simply tell how my life can uff and puff,
things in life, they are so simple,
and yet I still seem to just pedel,
on by and never look back. But then when I do,
I always regret this feeling of horrible left over dew.
