Originally posted by expiringpoet:woah i like this one...that lonely feeling is getting strong
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
With a measly quarter left in my pockets,
Throughout these nights, gone are the days
[b]With you in my life, to grace[/b]
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.Originally posted by dsnake1:I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
With a measly quarter left in my pockets,
Throughout these nights, gone are the days
With you in my life, to grace
Most days I woke with a stampede in my head