Sometimes I believe in time running Time running between my arms.. Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit Spirit of my hands Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette, And watch smoke Sometimes I fell power between air Air full of spirit, and me Sometimes I forgot to fell power of my spirit, And touch and hold spirit Sometimes I fell sickness Of their spirit And I joust want to believe that evil can become good Sometimes I think about sickness and Think about evil holding a lighted cigarette Sometimes I joust run from evil Sometimes my body and soul fell a spirit of fear Faer inside me Me and my self Sometimes I fell pain in soul Sometimes my soul is wounded Sometimes my body is full of pain Sometimes i feel fear and pain in soul Always I ask my self am I good enought Somethimes I share my pains and fears With good people Sometimes I share my memories with good people Always I am worried about good people Always I dont care about bad people People In front of who's Satan is weak of evil Somethimes I need to burn my minds Burn my minds And dont care abut burned minds Sometimes I cry in my soul Sometimes but not ofen Sometimes my soul is happy, And I'am happy in my soul Sometimes I fell twiches in my body Sometimes my soul is twiching Sometimes for me seems a world is broken Sometimes I ask my self what is root of madness Sometimes I laugh over the madness Somethimes madness is making me happy But don't ask me why…
That's really good. My best advice to you would be to reread it before you post it for simple spelling errors and stuff. Not trying to hate. Just trying to help :)
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