As i live my days of the pleasantries of existence, i often wonder if i was not as cordial, not as approachable would i still be me.
Also what i do every day is that the real me, or have i fashioned my self so well that i barely recognise the really me.
days go by in my pretend life and at some point i know i will blow but will that be a little to late and till un called for.
i need to change now before its all lost, I need to be me now before i lose the idea of me
Also what i do every day is that the real me, or have i fashioned my self so well that i barely recognise the really me.
days go by in my pretend life and at some point i know i will blow but will that be a little to late and till un called for.
i need to change now before its all lost, I need to be me now before i lose the idea of me
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