egsoulish
Jun 23, 2008 10:09
I’m not comfortable in my own skin
Haven’t found my finest hour
I can’t dance, let alone sing
Before a crowd
Or write effortlessly what I can’t come out and say
When I do, I’ll be just like you
Trading the forest for the city....
egsoulish
Jun 17, 2008 16:38
I don't know what I'm doing
Don't know
Should I change my mind?
I can't decide
There's too many
variations to
consider.....
No thing I do
Don't do no thing
But bring me more to do
It's true
I do imbue by blue
unto myself
I make it bitter