Officially confused , as time pass, moments last,
Lost you may think, yes, its true.
Do I even belong on this plane, if everything I seem to do is invain?
Great I sound depressed, the things I do and say are such a mess. Now I sound like a little girl, whinning and complaining about the world.
All these things are precious and pure, nothing seems to be a cure, for getting rid of certain things, things that are not suppose to be heard
What I think I should do , in my time of waiting. Around for everything to go my way . Sooo as I lay down my final say, I pray that things come what may, will actually be as I said, nothing to be hidden from the rest. This was probably a final test. Soo the people really won
