i will get a game controller
pls go away the sun is too hot
i wouldnt want anybody come too close to me
but youre readin these lines ive wrote
these are only for me
i hear the voices of Mr Dylan
the writings of mr bukowsKi
the dream of rimbaud
i want to be their works !
hear the whiste blowing
see the road unravelling
the road filled with diamonds
but with nobody on it
my mind is a little tired
and nothin much has even happened
you shook a handshake
held it tight and i felt warm
but i dont to stay
stay in the ruined remnants of the crazy time
i am but i cant enough
someone else seems to be always calling me
you will not even understand...
i will go to the city with a friend
the only friend i have
get my table
get my guitar stand
get my guitar stand
