Want back

Escaping too a paradise as far as the other side of the world, it is hard. Especially when my cash is in the form as a card. Abtract money is not my thing, I want cash. I colour my lashes dark, so I can manipulate with some chark, on the board. As in "I am so fucking bored". My world is infront of me, and I'm blind as a bat, feel like a cat. A boat stuck on seasure.
I make it threw the day running around, feeling way too proud. Writing the same words as I did yesterday. Nobody know's me, cause I change every second. I don't get silver, I am gold.
Never well I be sold, cause I'm no prostitute.

Btw, i saw a very good movie called "whatever lola wants". I love'd it, my taste in movies is too trust, "like a spoon, that never rust's"-Me



grass was greenSpring Ive seen