i remember how i grew up at the hospital , a place beyond glitz and glam . it where i learned what i am , went from popular to have no one to call . i grew up early in my life , the only friends i am see is them i watch on Instagram . yeah i remember how i got here but not how the accident , somehow i became the embodiment of imperfect , how i walk with an broken leg , have broken toes and smashed out some teeth , how i find friends i never heard from at an retirement , what is that for kinda treatment ? hard to stay in touch when i am always fall asleep , kinda hard to keep up with the entertainment but to the ones who stick i am loyal like an fan , follow you like an puppy almost like an groupie , attached is better then been cut out and whenever i see that alert i am about to freak out
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