IRC-Galleria

Part of me wants to crawl into corner and cry.
Part of me wants to scream in middle of a forest.
This all is making me mad, best times i've had.
I'm afraid of losing something, willing to lose anything.
Running out of road to go, never told what to do.
Loved by someone who, might hold and call me a fool.
Maybe that is true, Maybe I am just cruel.
I can't forgive myself now, too much to throw.
She was the one who made me carry on, I don't want to let her go..
But I can't force anyone to anything, I't not my thing.

I'm just a weak soul, trying to find it's place in this cruel world..