Left alone to ponder about everything that everyone ever told me about things yet to come.
Faith has been broken and falls to the ground.
It was pushed over by a small child that tore two worlds apart.
"Give me life" he pleads to his mother, she ignores for she is far too busy looking
at the photos of a lost childhood she never found.
A memory slips in to her mind, "Give me life, mommy. I want to go out and play"
"i'm far too busy to be bothered by your idiocy, have a smoke and goto bed."
All signs point to show that influences have a strong impact on anyone's life.
So why does everything feel like a baseball game in April?
Nevermind the fact that your influence on me is a bad one, your parents are the
only ones to blame.
So stop thrashing around like you own everything.
I found a neat little place where you can get childhoods at half price, batteries not
included.
I will take you there in my orange mini van that you gave me for christmas, the one with
the bow on top.
Ice cream is not one of our stops honey, we'll get there soon.
Speeder the other way.
Life sure is funny.
See you in another life.