every where i look i find the wrong things
its never what i want to find
its always someone ready to rip it right out of me
with nothing even to say
just a look of laughter on her face
its always that way
that smirk will never change
the glased cover of shelter
will never fade

ive been here a million times before
i could find my way out in the dark
its like the back of my hand
even if i wish that was not the truth
but i cant change how im treated
from day to day
my heart stays the same
it sits in the middle of the floor
feet from my chest
leaking everything i wonce new

but now its to late for me and you

By:
Josiah Hammond