Dawson Cross
Classy. B) An proud.
Something about this life tends to me, to keep myself locked away inside.
Restless and tired, I wait by the window, watching the time pass by.
The rain and clouds seem to be my best friends, and no matter what I say or do, they always leave.
Being replaced by another.
Why is the world so cold?
What have I done wrong?
These events in my life, take there effect on my mind.
Driving me up these walls, that have bared my heart from the outside world.
Unable to touch and care for another.
Why has this happen to me?
Will my mind be set free of this darkness?
Someone break these bars and walls that surround my life.
Restless and tired, I wait by the window, watching the time pass by.
The rain and clouds seem to be my best friends, and no matter what I say or do, they always leave.
Being replaced by another.
Why is the world so cold?
What have I done wrong?
These events in my life, take there effect on my mind.
Driving me up these walls, that have bared my heart from the outside world.
Unable to touch and care for another.
Why has this happen to me?
Will my mind be set free of this darkness?
Someone break these bars and walls that surround my life.
