Trapped

Entrapped in this life, this small town life, how I hate when I mention a name, somewhere down the line
the person I'm talking to, know somebody, who know someone, who know the person I'm talking about.
O how I strongly dislike when theirs not a stranger in the world, not one in sight.
The only stranger, the only one person I can discover, is the one sitting inside myself, the one staring at me in the mirror, the one crying to be discovered and remebered. The one that's never mentioned...

ME

by lbrnware
posted on 05/06/2008