Why do I care, if people want me there?
What is the point, when I'd rather smoke a joint?
Why do I care, if this is only a pair?
Why do they judge, from my toes to my hair?
Maybe I suck? Or just don't give a fuck?
It's true that I used to just want to be loved.....
But why should I care if they don't want me there?
__Written by,
The Wolf!
Photo: Courtesy of Google search engine from the motion picture "Road To Paloma"
