• what you do to me repeaditly repeating its open quatation
    constantly everyday making me, making me, making me slowly yeild into depression and never to return again
    its amazing until its over and when its over its over
    contradiction within myself into a maze therefore i am trapped in my own run on sentences
    holding in my hand whats seen as love but not to me to the people that pass us by
    and by and by as the days go bye
    but we will remain friends till the very end and it will never end never i say my friend