Shelma

The Beat Machine
walking along the sidewalk hesitant to indulge the bright lights, the shiny cars the wet puddles inthe street a picture of your face still i try, i try another restless night here hot pillows on the bed the alarm clock, the remote control the scattered objects on the floor i try to sleep i have to try, i have to try happiness and nightfall seem to co-exist i'm waiting for the sun to go down i'm not tired at all i'm just a little restless should i try? should i even try? i been thinking about my problems Letras de cancionesand i've concluded i don't really need any sleep at all (the lights peeking in through the curtains and i'm awake) she said life is long, i've got time to spare and to lose but if this is true then why does she care? i don't (know) From Letras Mania