i feel .... well i dont kno how i feel lol
wuts playin in my head??? fever - by ray charles
its early on a sunday morn, everything is quiet and im really bored...
its pretty windy outside, trees swinging form side to side...
i sit here throughout the day trying to find a simple truth, as to why i sit at home, alone wasting away my youth...
my room is messy and i lounge in my sweats, is there anything better to do then sit here posting useless stuff on the web?...
i sing to myself cause there is no one here to listen, the rain falls and on the window the water glistens...
i could sit here all day and type sweet poetic nothings, because there is nothing to do and i wont ever find something... |