PERSONNAL SOME

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.
I MUST CERTAIN DON'T KNOW WHERE TO END.
I CAN NOT GO EASY ON MY MIND, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE NO FRIENDS.
NO KISSES.
NO HUGGES.
NO NOTHING.
I DON'T ENVY THE ONE'S WHO HAVE IT, CAUSE I AM A LONELY WOLF ALL THE WAY.
I GOT SOME GUYS INTO THIS STORY, THAT I REGRET.
I REGRET CAUSE, SERIOUS CHIT IS COMING UP...ANYWAY...FOR ME.
AND I PROBABLY WON'T BE THERE TO TAKE THEM OUT.
I LOVE THE I.R.A.
I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS A KID TO PRETEND TO TROW UP COCKTAILS MOLOTOV WHEN MY MOTHER PISSED MY HEAD.
I PRETENDED I WAS IN NORTH IRELAND WITH THEM.
ONCE MY FATHER WANTED TO BUY ME A VOYAGE, AND EVERYBODY PICKED UP GREECE.
WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO GO TO DUBLIN, THEY GOT THE PICTURE..;)) AND SAID: "NO, YOUNG GIRL, NO REVOLUTION TO YOU..."
LATER, I REFUSED TO GO AND STUDY IN LONDON, FIRST CAUSE I ALWAYS PREFERED AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE, AND MY BIG EXECUSE WAS WHAT ABOUT MY FEELINGS TOWARDS I.R.A??
I Am not that girl, no more.
i'm not to blame for it.
god knows.
MACKNINN, I'M SORRY FOR THE LAST COMMENT.
I'M SORRY, TO YOU ALL.
I'M TIRED OF PREETY RICH BOYS WHO MANIPULATE AT DISTAnce my feelings.
i'm too much of a cowgirl.
too much of dangerouse.
too much of wild.
i like my place.
i like my lonlyness.
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