i wounder..

Filling up my empty days with whisky,
I wounder what you think of me?
soaking in a bath..
just tring to relax...
rembering how it use to be..
I hate how i loose..
and lucky me..
that i just herd the news...
so...how is SHE?
how is she so special to you..
when you said..
you were never special to me..wow im a fool..
i felll so hard...
got very far,
to turn around and start all over again...

by RoseNthorns
posted on 02/03/2008