This is my first song that i wrote on a postcard.
Please crit so as i can learn from it
Staring up at the blue sky,
Nothing on of my mind
Whiny B***ards moving around me
I pass out on a high.
Passing judgement ain't right by me
Just leave it up to curiousity
I'm no longer an exibit,
For you to moot over
No longer caring,
Just despairing,
Suit's don't get it,
And neither do i
No point in living,
might as well just die.
I'm a dreamer, dreaming of the impossible,
Reaching up and moving on,
Let bygones be bygones,
When nothing matters,
What's the point,
Might as well leave it all behind
