And then...my hatred of people came in.
I am no winner
I have no savior,
Leave it alone
Leave me to implode,
Can't say I have no doubt
In the truth that's somehow lurking about....
I'm a mess,
Can't you feel it?
....maybe it was just that numbness again....
YOU ARE READING
Journal of Clay Walker~
Random"My preferred use to this waste of trees is to write mubo jumbo that comes out as impaired lyrics. But whatever happens, happens, I guess." Clay Walker is in a band. He feels...well, he doesn't nessisarily know how. He's not trying anything in creat...
