Changes are shifting outside the word
January 15th, 2007 by albertmac13I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now…
I don’t find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry……
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters
Oh but now…
I don’t find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry……