Saturday, August 29, 2009

Sitting alone at the benches.

I eat alone.
I smoke alone.
I work alone.
Basically i have no friends at work.

Im very wore out.
I gonna sleep.
I gonna dream.
It gonna be,
A sweet dream,
Or a beautiful nightmare.
So i gonna need a perfect lullaby.

Ramdom Thinking: I'll tattoo your name across my heart,
                             So it will remain,
                             Not even death will make us apart.

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