November 13, 1998 Friday the 13th By Candice D. My life is falling Going down, one way Things are crumbling My mind is numbing The band is just an idea Can't get it together Can't get it together Can't get it forever Holding onto a character Holding on to a feeling And my heart, forever scarred Without that point Maybe life would be bearable But my heart, it hurts And my mind, it's confused Hurled into f*cking chaos And f*cking up my perspective. Copyright Drumfill Productions (Candice D. of Candiland) 1998Main Poetry Page Main Page