this song is actually about children being sold off as slaves. read the lyrics and you'll realise it.
ghostly void.
getting your pay for three jobs at once is the 8th wonder and sin.
imagine, having almost 500 bucks to your expense.
cafe iguana was fabulous. my grilled chicken craving is gone.
but desmond got a little bit high and sick after the margaritas.
before that was at the hospital with my granny. we said prayer after prayer.
i saw fear in his eyes. a certain smell of death.
he was afraid. and he knew he was going to die.
"don't let me scare you karen. i already scare myself."
i cried today.
alone in the toilet. i was so sad for him.
i know i said he deserve it. i know i don't like him.
i still feel that way.
but deep down, i still wish he was the same uncle i knew.
i wish he would be around for christmas this year, and be late for the gathering, smoke up the whole room and leave early.
but the whole family knows he won't be.
wiping my tears, i walked back in to hear 3 doctors would like to talk to the family.
i offered to follow my grandma but my uncle needed someone to be there for him.
my granny came back teary eyes and told me to go and talk to the docs. she couldn't understand what they were saying.
just when i left, my godma got to them first.
till now, i still don't know what the matter was.
bottomline is he's still not gonna make it.
runaway train never coming back
one way ticket on a one way track.
