Saturday, 17 December 2011


Maken pizza for one, every things wrong. The nite offers no escape, for sleep is so far away. Same shit, long, wrong diffrent day. But its still the same, for nothing changes, the world turns yet we stay in our same places. Diffrent faces offer no clues. Its another Monday nite and im still sad and blue wishing for rite but with wrong I have to make do.

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