*SIGH*
I don't write my own songs...
My poetry's a joke...
My mind goes too fast to write down stories...
What can I do?
I can't dance...
I can't run...
I can't draw...
But I can sing.
I can't build things...
I can't see clearly...
I can't let anyone know...
That I can cry.
I don't write my own songs...
but I will sing with you, for you...
My poetry's a joke...
but everyone needs a good laugh once in a while...
My mind goes too fast...
(see I lost it already...)
But hey...
What can I do?
~May 12, 1999