Whooeess..(Inhaling)
There’s too many stories that I’ven’t told you.Even,people don’t understand that I’m doin’ what I wanna do..doin’ what’s my head..I believe that I’m on mine.More new fiends now,more complicated life now,more people hates me,more people loves me,more people go and more people in.Among the crowds,I feel empty.Among the height,I feel shorty.My miserable life (thought,some people said) have made me learn how to survive.Even,sometimes my lil’ pinky winky heart said that there is a true love for you.Well,Tommy..I’m sorry for not bein’ true.No matter you read this or not..Thanks for everythin’.I meant nothin’ for ignorin’ you or stood you (God,if she knew what I’ve through!Rough!).I just need my visual back (It doesn’t mean that I don’t believe you) get in the real sight.Piece by piece,I’ve collecting my life back..Get straight.Go home.Everybody is happy.Could I do that?
