The Dark side
I walk the dark roads of the night,
waiting to see what will happne.
I stand in the middle of the street,
Hoping to find an answer.
I run as fast as i can down the aile,
Forgetting what i did.
I fall to the ground,
Crying for no reason.
I feel like i am going to vomit,
Just thinking of what happend.
I slowly get up and go home,
Wishing that everything will be alright.