Your hopes of tomorrow, are quite unsure. And that stur of emotion, does all that commotion make your words slur? And I heard you were stuck on the page that mentioned disgrace, and you fell inbetween the crack and you were smothered in the grasp of the firm leather and at last, you could pass. But the past stuck with the present that blocked the future from shining through the patch, were those cuts all mistaken for a scratch?
i haven't never wrote anything before so ya, rip. blogland forums baby leggo.
