Things are just a mess. the world as we know it is under absolute distress <br />which gun is stronger. which is just not <br />high end this, high end that <br />mood swings horrid enough to melt the mind <br />blame it on the moon <br />nobody hears, nobody stays <br />no one can comprehend the complexities of a woman scorn <br />so very numb to all the pain that would overwhelm most <br />blame it on the moon <br />a lack of patience. just building a quiet tolerance <br />physically weak, but emotionally aware <br />a great deal of effort to listen to pathetic feelings <br />just falls on these deaf ears <br />blame it on the moon <br />winds blowing & whistling so hard and loud <br />the only noise that triggers the sense that Care's <br />other than that it's all just unnecessary babbling <br />blame it on the moon <br />never lose sight. this is the way it is meant to be <br />cutting, starving, tolerance, and an uncertain feeling of an uncertain future <br />blame it on the moon<br /><br />neo riddick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blame-it-on-the-moon/
