years worth of mistrust
I think its worth a few bumps
I just hate thinking this much.
I see these lessons as a must
solid punches to the gut
that catholic guilt I still somehow encompass
what makes an "I"...its like I'am continually rediscovering my eyes
see things in every color imaginable...not just black and white
I fight for places to sleep...for things to eat
some times even the darkness has alot of light
these are the things I say to me.
I'm not weak
at least I dont think?
but you can never be to sure
so why blink?
my friends drink,sometimes I join in if I feel lonely
sometimes Im the responsible one who gets everyone home
Im the one who dissapears into the night...alone
I guess thats just the way it goes..