This is were time stops and nothing starts.
Lost in yesterday and tryin hard to work out today.
I am nither here or there.
So i try and put how i feel right here.....
If you get me.....................
its my turn...
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
It's the small crimes, the white lies,
The good and bad times,
Holding on too long
for something which wasn't worth the burden.
But I can't help holding on for you,
And worse still, to you,
worse still what else would I hold on to?
I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?