Never made it as a wise man and yet couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
How did the script turn out in such manner that got me so traumatized; I wish to be like a children hiding in a closet, ignoring everything and be stubborn like the way I want it to be.
Otherwise, let me be a writer.
Perhaps is back to where I came from '' what comes around goes around''. It must be karma that got me down under but I have no idea what have I've done tt is against my conscience? Or perhaps..... damn! am tired of sorting out my thoughts.
When I look around, everybody always brings me down
Is it them or me, I cant see clearly
There's no peace to be found apparently
But if someone really cared, they'd take the time to spare, a moment to try and understand
Remember in this game we call life that no one said it's a fair game played.
(Thanks to those who never fail to leave a msg in my mobile , never fail to nudge me when I'm online, never fail to be my adviser when I failed to be my own... I appreciate it very much, I really do.) Yes ! is you I'm toking about...
Immune - Jer
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