Over a period of time
I think I overrated my score
I have been called
Everything from a child of god to a male whore
I use to watch the world begin
In end everyday from the entrance way of
My back door
In when it was all over with
Whom do I call to request more
My future looks dark but there is light coming from the floor
So I use to close my eyes
In let the warm heat surge through my pours
Its not a everyday situation now
But it use to be my chore
To stand in my entrance way
In feel my future slip through the floor