Time.
my world moves fast,
but i find my self slowing down,
some friends i thought would last,
thats all a part of my past.
for there is somethin i found.
i relize the world goes around.
oh as i sake,
most people were fake.
so why do i cry,
for in another eye,
i suld be happy,
but thats a lie.
so i go to this place,
its not bought,
its not a rental,
fo ts mental.
its in my head
and thats all she said.............
Copyright © Angela Lavarco | Year Posted 2010
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