Once more i've been hauted by past actions, people i've known, places that i went..
But most of all..i've been hauted by the tought's ...evil ones..the kind that can lead you to mental instability.
All my friends try to act as if i am a normal person....i think they don't even know me, so here's some info about me:
I AM AN ANIMAL, I JUST NEED ME AND MYSELF
it doesn't mean i don't need friends....in fact, i do need them..they keep me from going berserk , i need them to talk about stuff..
but in some weird way..i don't need them..just need something to write FUCK..
sure i don't mind people huggin' me, telling me they like me for who i am but...
WHO THE HELL AM I?
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