Everyday in the morning
I am writing
Anything Something Everything
That comes out to my mind
I call it garbage
You treat it as my heart
How sad
Yes I do say how sad it is
You know what
It is not up to you
Because it is my mind
It is my heart
I would never want it
To be operated
To be controlled by anybody
Now that I know
Myself a little bit better
I know What is going on
In my mind
In my heart that is
There is somebody living in it
I am sorry
I still don’t know who
And why

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