May 2011
Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side Though I've carried my cross - worn my heart on my sleeve Still deep inside something has died. If men have a sell-by-date I'
This all seems to be some mass conspiracy, So I demand the right to know, If there's a God up there, how come he seems to care For every little bird and bee, but couldn't give a damn for me. If life