| Life's too hard under the hand of stress but I have an escape I must confess I pack a bowl and go for a stroll wasting my time is my current goal I take a deep hit and sit down to think I think it's funny how every thought seems to sink no more girls no more school this lighter, not a pencil is my only tool green turns to black and black turns to grey this is my escape until I find a new way 9-23-03 11:23am |
| My Little Escape |