And to be honest i don't know what quiet makes you different then me,

the way you talk , you see its no different then thee ,

you speak of lust , that only you seem to portray it to be,

as to everyone around your way of lust is love in the first degree



I don't quiet understand why you walk around with a grin,

when in all actually all you want is a friend,

someone to care , some that can see ,

that at the end of the day the thousands of tears that fill the sea


There's times when you want to hide ,

only because you want to see who will seek,

seek thee in the darkest of all shadows,

because for once the light is casting in a horrid manor.