Go easy on my conscience, cause it's not my fault, I know I've been taught to take the blame. Rest assured my angels will catch my tears, walk me out of here,
I'm in pain.
I thought about sitting on the floor in second grade, I couldn't keep the pace, I though I was the only one moving in slow motion while the other kids knew something I did not. If I acted like a clown, I thought it'd get me through; it did, but that don't work no more, I'm not a kid no more.
Life is funny.
I'm going to tell a short story.
I hope someone reads this, because I'm very happy about it.
So... I have a really hot neighbor, who I really like, and it has been reciprocated. We hung for a few weeks. After hanging out, and getting to know her a bit, I tell it to her as plainly as I can. I like... Read More