Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Back to the scene of the cime

What now no sex you want rest.
It;s me and you oh how you do. I am there so happy so full of love.
Living my life without the gloves,
No money no work I can't pay the bills.
What happens the day I get ill. Stay home and type I wish it was alright.
I long for home a place of my own, my baby his Dad and all that I had.
How do I start just put it to bed, My life is slow I have nowhere to go.
At home I stay just get away from the day, when is it right to stop this fight.
My faith is strong is that why I relax what comes is here what goes was not all that.
Shut away shut away ugly and fat, I am hating all that.