Good Friday - Cut You At The Crib

Lost girl, in a world of big dreams

Fightin’ hard caues nothins’ what it seems

Loosing fast in a heartache of screams

God, I need an angel, I’m falling fast

Caught up in a rush, how long will it last

Instead of treasure I feel like trash

Immature stubbornness rules my head

I wish a sanctuary could be, instead

I walk alone to the sound of my hip

My bestfriend is a shadow, dust-dipped

She moves with me & comforts my despair

Every city block, beside me - she’s there

Run kitty, run - Young cat’s lost in the streets

Never knowing the pain awaiting, my heart beats

Life & Love so straining the H.O.E. cheats

H.ell O.n E.arth, when is there time for peace

God send me an angel, so I can sleep

I haven’t has a nice dream for weeks

Bring me back to happiness

Because I’m sick & tired of being

Sick & Tired…

- 00/04/2006