[17 Mar 2005 | Thursday]
 | Current mood:  artistic10 dead flowers on the ground I walk on by without a sound The snow falls softly all around But I don't notice; my head is down. A paper I thought was really good OK, not great, was misunderstood I hoped an A, I got a D How much of a fool can one really be? Its freezing outside So leave me alone I'm dying inside I want to go home.
|
No comments:
Post a Comment