|
02-05-03
I hate it when I ask someone to help me up, something simple like going to pick the little one up from the babysitter next door, and they tell me to do it the hell myself. Single handedly running a household is not easy.
A golden energy
Was rising out of my head
I shed my evil skin
And found myself again
I was wrong, I don't mind
The impossible seems possible
This time I'm an electric wire
If the sun can radiate then so can I
|