Lost
My hate, my frustration past; yet
I look to yesterday, and form what yet is now
And yes confused
To see what left not behind.
You- you my sweet self came;
Were are you I don?t see you.
Were are you,
I can?t find you. SPEAK??.
The end
Lost
My hate, my frustration past; yet I look to yesterday, and form what yet is now And yes confused To see what left not behind. You- you my sweet self came; Were are you I don?t see you. Were are you, I can?t find you. SPEAK??.