I smell like cigarettes and cologne, I don\'t even smoke.
i took my shirt off as soon as I got home.
Always thinking what could of happend, I wish my wishful thinking left me alone.
What have I chose what doors will open what window will close.
Everyone looking past each other for the same item.however we are so clueless to what is under our nose?
Is it happiness what we truly seek, then why is it we find something else to to be sad about every week?
Lost in the thought of fame because we want people to love us. Maybe because we can\'t love ourselves.
However maybe that is just me, another thing I have failed but at least I can be happy that you\'re happy with someone else.
I live in fear so much fear I\'ll never become the strong hero of my own story the pathetic worm in the mirror.
I get thoughts of anger and haterd at night and day but a crooked smile is in diplay.
I have never been much of a player, I cracked under pressure every game.
my emotion made me weak, will I ever show the world what I can do?