Just Love Me
The world as turn once again to stare against me, but why?
It is because the way I look or it is because I have no life to share.
As I fall into the depth of the wicket, I began to find I myself trap within my soul but why?
Why is it so hard for me to understand I will never be the king like my father.
Why it is so hard to live without the world looking over my shoulders why….Perhaps if I travel to the depth of the world no one wouldn't care, nor the mother that once carried me.