6.4.09

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like running away;
Sometimes i want my night to turn to day.

Sometimes I just want an extra ride on the carousel;
Sometimes I need to get outta my living hell.

Sometimes I really miss being a little girl;
Sometimes I'm forced to face this cruel world.

Sometimes everyone just seems so strange;
Sometimes I realize the world's in change.

Sometimes i really ought to change my point of view;
Sometimes i hold back from screaming "STFU".

Sometimes it cuts you like a knife;
Most of the time you know its just life.


by: Que

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