I can only describe this as the jist of my life from birth to 30 years old.
I have my ways those oh so days
i speak to say that this is my way.
I can't be like you i can't be what i
am not, i only see what i see and
i can only use what i got.
Because i see life through my eyes
my tears i have to cry my pain i
have to hide as it burns me deep
inside. I am cold,tired and weak for
life can be demanding but i'll never
stop romancing as long as i'm still