just a thought:
all I want is your understanding
as in the small act of affection
“why is this my life?â€
is almost everybody's question
I prefer peace
wouldn't have to have one word of possession
but essentially I'm an animal
so just what do I do with all the aggression?
life is a one-way street, and if you could paint it
I'd draw myself going in the right direction
so I go all the way, like I really really know
but the truth is I'm only guessin'
it's even dark in the daytime
it's not just good, it's “Great Depressionâ€
when I was lost I even found myself
looking in the gun's direction
and so I've tried
everything but suicide
but yes, it's crossed my mind
but I'm fine...
The name's Alba; a purebred Albanian.
