There was something in his eyes
A fire storming brightly stretching out his thighs
He never sees me i stand in there shadow
Im like a disastrous maddow head round the bend
His tall, his smart, his hansome, he wears glasses and his funny but he does not take a second defend, his rude and arroganunt uness there around
I even fel the cold shoulder of death scraping away at my life the sound of my silent screams is defining when no-one hears me.
Its because in the end of it all nobody cares fo