Dust storm
Im in bed,
Thoughts are spinning in my head.
Id like to know your game,
Is it all the same?
I may be sick and tired
Of the guy i have admired
for a long time..
So, Why am i putting it to a rhyme?
He doesnt deserve anything,
so, i wont sing.
He doesnt deserve anything,
So, future of mine, whatre you going to bring?
Crushes, heart breaks, happiness?
Or how about a broom to clean up the mess.
im in a dust storm, so it seems.
I cant tell whats reality or what is a dream.