my name isnt important, im here 4 a moment
and then im leaving cause ill hate u at end
i cant stand u, your hollow bitch
and im running from here to another tomorrow
i dont know anyone none is in my life,
people are just face that i erase
from city to city im going without shelter,
streets are my home; they are warmer than
people, they dont hate you because you live
and it seems like they want to run too
my beginning is end n my end is begin of
another day
i dont love, dont hate, dont feel
escape is my past and my future
exitis is my way
tomorow is another city
another street
Post je objavljen 08.01.2009. u 05:13 sati.