I'm leaving here... plans I've made arent ever gonna work...
This is not where I wanna be.. and this is never meant for me.
I'm leaving this place..
I'm never coming bak once I turn my bak on you.
Cancel everything I've got..
I dont need it..
You dont need to reach me anyways.
I'll be out in the streets for a couple of days.. not that you will ever care..
I've got less then 15 in my pockets..
with a couple of dimes and nickles.
Where I'll be, I wont ever kno..
I'm done with all this shit tho..
Leaving the house that only bring torture,
I'll be more happy, when I see you no more..
where ever I am.. it wont matter,
cuz as long as I'm away from you,
I'll be happy as a mouse with cheese.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll be happy as a mouse with cheese. good line. cute line. I really like your stuff. your a great writer. Becca