One of these days I'm gonna starting blogging everyday. One of these days
......*sigh*.......
The smell of spring comes too late and leaves too soon
i forgot how to be happy
I'm stuck in a hole
I yell and scream
and they come
they come to watch
I call for help
but they laugh
and I'm still stuck in the hole
Looks like I need a shot
I yell and scream
and they come
they come to watch
I call for help
but they laugh
and I'm still stuck in the hole
Looks like I need a shot
In any moment I find out if I achieved artistic validation, or if the "man" is to bland for my vision.
Why the fuck do I care?
Why the fuck do I care?
I'm too sober for this shit
I move on soon.
Then I shall return.
Then I shall return.