She said, she could make me happy she said, in case i want at all she said it because she's bored she said i could have it all I scream and shout, without hesitation nor relief i scream i want you back. But like a feather on the air the words just float away into a midnight dream. How time has forsaken us. Lost in our selfish world of megabites and desktop computers. Is it such a distant fascination? Is it now i return to the book. Seeking refuge from the hole in which my life continues to plunge deep into the depths of my bordom. In this time we truely learn ourself. She said, she could make me happy she said i could have it all
