Past
Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history
for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife
when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain
for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground
for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass
Copyright © Jessie Sellers | Year Posted 2006
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