Ich laufe auf keinem Schlaf, und bin als Hölle besorgt...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Torn in twenty pieces,
Candy coated personalities,
Thin like Reese's.
I'm full up to the brim,
All the while my whole world's in a spin.
It's seems neverending, un-comprehending,
All my credit's declined, no more spending.
My life seems shattered,
As i stand here tattered.
Forget about that curbside prophet
with his hand in his pocket,
My rocket's never going to come...
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