day seven.
yet another week has gone by.
just like the previous,
seeing the same people pass by me
same words they tell me
its the same look
waiting for something special to happen
i guess thats never.
feel a lack of motivation to do anything
it keeps bugging me
why do ebery one want to be with the ''in'' people
just like the previous,
seeing the same people pass by me
same words they tell me
its the same look
waiting for something special to happen
i guess thats never.
feel a lack of motivation to do anything
it keeps bugging me
why do ebery one want to be with the ''in'' people