Post by Willow Short on May 20, 2007 21:53:10 GMT -5
Oh well I was never lucky.
If you don't count Andrew. He's the
Only good thing that's happened in my life.
You would think I would have learned
My lesson already, but no i let my hopes build up and now
They are not but a pile of rubble in some uncharted land.
I don't think I'll build them up again.
Its too much trouble just to build them up
And have them destroyed with one little word.
That saying, the luck of the Irish?
Well it is so not true.
No luck at all.
None, zip, nada.
You wonder why I'm so bleak,
Sometimes sadistic in my writing..
Its what I am,
What you make me to be.
So don't blame me when you pop up somewhere in
My tales sad and alone and in pain,
Its you who made me do it.