Comments about Alfred Pettis
If You Ask Me
Sitting here all alone, in what seems to be a house, but I don't feel at home.
So used to seeing so many faces, I just don't care whose face it is, as long as they know I'm shaking very alone.
Left out in the cold, lost with no soul, if you asked me how's my life, I would say its screwed up, but I'm sure that there is some out there who would say I lucked-up but they don't know my pain, so they can shut up.
I'm willing to tell my story of sinning, but to tell the whole truth, I never thought