Reminiscing About Tomorrow
Ahh it burns,
look into my head
all of the urns
makes me wish i was dead
the pain and sorrow
that it makes me feel
i wonder if torromrrow
is all really real
and so all this pain
drives me to the brink
it makes me insane
also makes me think
if i were to die
would anyone care
or if i did just lie
would everyone stare
so someone just hit me
dead in my face
as if i would see
in your eyes my disgrace
bring out in my mind
theese thoughts in my head
cuse into this bind
i'm left out instead.
Copyright © Jessie Sellers | Year Posted 2006
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