Monday, June 27, 2005 @Monday, June 27, 2005
I hate you
I hate all of u.
I am not askin for extras
It is allowance.
They get the luxuries
U wan to even rob me of my basics?
I wish i could pull down the show curtains
The bluff behind the 'treated good' n 'well off' to outsiders eyes
It is not even close to dat, admit it.
I shot out of d hse
A run made me feel betta
Why should i be one child who hav to run wif tears fallin
But i tell u now
I would rather my tears fall out in d streets
Den u let u see dem.
To break away from tis
Is my wish.
? and i stand in the
wonder of your love