LAYLA'S WORLD
BEING IRRELEVANT BITS AND RELEVANT PIECES OF LETTERS FROM LAYLA,
WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU'RE REAL AND COOOL
you may think you know how it feels to be alone but have you ever really faced the world on your own without family, without a friend nobody upon whom you can depend with no one you can call nobody at all no one to notice if your life would end when you're alone going down to defeat and you can't even shower living on the street on the streets feel the absent passions people can be so indescreet on the streets hear the cold reactions of the eyes and the concrete empty echos... telling you how alone you are every hunger... burns as if I swallowed a star without anyone who really cares nobody who really shares it's like an endless fall going nowhere at all the only things around you are your fears when you're alone going down to defeat and you can't even shower living on the street on the streets feel the absent passions people can be so indescreet on the streets hear the cold reactions of the eyes... and the concrete it absorbs hope it swallows faith it consumes whatever you believe face down you can smell the pain of being discarded by society it is despair it doesn't care it takes away all you might receive laying there at night you feel nothing but concrete nothing but the street on the streets feel the absent passions people can be so indescreet on the streets hear the cold reactions of the eyes... and the concrete when you're alone going down to defeat and you can't even shower living on the street on the streets feel the absent passions people can be so indescreet on the streets hear the cold reactions of the eyes... and the concrete (On The) Streets The Concrete Layla ©2000 Candor Communications BACK 
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