Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You


Whats the matter here Your sitting on the side of a rainy street Stairing at the puddles glistening in the moonlight watching each raindrop plop down making each and every ring like the tears falling from within your eyes Yet you ask what’s the matter with me That is a question raising in my mindContinue reading “Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You”