I love the days where I can stand on my own two feet,
my head is held high as I walk down the long, self-judging street,
making every wrong move,
not caring what one thinks,
I do this for me,
because the outside is all you see.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC
I love the days where I can stand on my own two feet,
my head is held high as I walk down the long, self-judging street,
making every wrong move,
not caring what one thinks,
I do this for me,
because the outside is all you see.