it's always lik that..
a short while turned out to be a disaster
terrible

precious time is no longer ther...
how much i wan it...
apart from bus journeys...
i would reli wan more.
to say my sorrows out...
have a good look at you...
a walk with ur presence..
hold me tight...
and it will definitly be better..

A call...
make my sleep better...
but i ruined the chance

words from me...
always turn things from good to bad...
how come?..
it's sooo heavy...