I'd be lying if I said all of this
made even the slightest fragment of sense to me,
That's clear... Simply put
I don't know what happened, or what's still happening
I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity
I wish I could explain this better,
But the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to cohesive
Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt,
Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt
IM NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ME. IF YOU WANT KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME COME ASK, BUY ME A DRINK AND SHARE SOME BANTER.
GET OFF MYSPACE YOUR ROTTING YOUR BRAIN
One day this page will house my work and some links to my work......... one day
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