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Sunday, July 17, 2005
seriously i don like this.
i don like this heart of mine.
does anybody wants it?
but beware,
this heart of mine is hurting others too much.
if godd wants to take something form me,
please away my love.
let me love just my family and friends.
life like this is driving me crazy.
baby... i never want to hurt you agn.
i want to love just you.
i know no matter how hard i try,
im not gonna mend this heart of urs.
many things im bad,
no one thinks im good.
can i close up my feelings?
i never want to toy anyone.
really....
{/1:53 PM}
count on it .