Friday, 3 April 2015

Cloud Block Out The Sun Over Me

     And spoil all the fun. Won't you please? On a sign untrue, twisted and never spoken of. I'm waiting for a sign. So I can finally crawl out of my bed and never apologize to anyone. On twisted thoughts, I crumble back to my place.
     In my dreams I never care. Even when I'm awake and I'm noticing the people going by. It's surely been a long time. I don't want to leave this thing again.
     Just tell them what you like. Off course it's not alright.
     You act like you are different.