You cant blame me, Because I just cant think right when I`m so upset with life.
All the fakes, All the lies, All the...bad people...all the stuff that I`m still scared of. Every night I stay up late and write because this is my impute on life.
I'm just such a Coward that I have to write when I may have the wits and the nerve to tell the media enough. Every Night someone is hurt, someone is killed, someone is raped, some one cries them self to sleep, someone doesn't have that certain one, someone has the same idea`s as me, but doesn't care, Someone sit there reading this and thinking...Shes just nuts, Shes just wants attention...I DON'T!...I want all of you to wake up and feel the way I feel because I'm only one girl in love, with a dream, but I don't have the voice.
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