and it strikes again
that same old pain
my look: full of destain
that memory of being insane
that fake ass mane
i put up-damn lame
and this rain
ain't my dame
so i don't like it
this feling of being a piece of shit
that person long gone-damn i miss
her
an i curse
up my life
a life i despise
yea i have a goal
to not let anybody roll
through my way
of pain.....
-yakaa: jujaan
that cute little butt of hers those beautifull brunette curls that flows across her face yeah the same one with button nose and her smile the one that goes all the way to her heart it was nothing but a lie oh why did i had to lie??? why did i had to break that promise i made her yeah i cried but tears stopped right before they reached my eyes i had a reason for ending it and she knew it every bit so well: even more than me that she could tell what i had to say hello miss cuddles! well you ain't there thats just my hallucination please don't stare at me i can't bare to see you go, where are you now??? nowhere but in my brain -yakaa: jujaa #felicity (i wrote this one some two years back. back then i was called eklo yatri. meanings the same it's just a matter of language. dedicated to felicity. she meant the world to me. n even though we have drifted apart i still hallucinate her voice)
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