Thursday, November 25, 2010
I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now.
Mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm too tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe.
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.
I try,
But its to hard to believe.
I try,
But I can't see what you see.
I try.
I try.
I try.
I want to change. Hollow Delusions.
