| I have no one. No one to have. Not one single woman, wants me now. I guess I'm just to cruel, or maybe, to sure, I can make up my mind within an instant, but they can't seem to decide what they want for breakfest. I see how all of the girls I talk to seem to smile and laugh. So much pride, so little time, I'll keeping walking the blood splattered line, alone. Since I have no one, No one to Have, no one to Hold, no one to be told just how Cold I am. This Depression could be longer, and my times on this earth could get harder, but I seriously doubt it. Now that I think about it. |
