Johnny Boy

Why is he ripping pages from my diary?!!! When I read them, I could damn near feel the fire in me.

Why is he ripping pages from my diary, telling stories of my heart, when I read this, I danm near fell apart.

He's publisizing my soul, making sure the story unfold, so that everyone could know just who I am, deep down below.



I didn't think anyone knew my deepest feelings as well as past regrets...and then here, he appeared my biggest f@$king threat. Johnny Boy has no remorse and he could care less about descretion.

Why...why is Johnny Boy writing...writing what I learned from that fucked up lesson...I mean come on, it took me weeks, months, YYYYYEARS to forget exactly what Johnny Boy is blabbering of...love, lust and lies, sweethearts, breakups and then sad goodbyes. WHY JOHNNY BOY, where do you know me from?...I mean have we ever met?



He's ripping pages from my diary and when I read them, I can damn near feel the fire in me,

I feel like he's the other side of me, he tells stories of my past and present, sometimes I wonder... have he ever felt the inside of me.

If not, why is this bothering me, why is it that we share so many of the same emotions, should I take this as another lesson, a lesson of reminders that I am now free and clear of or should I be aware of...should I be aware of my dear ol' Johnny Boy. Will he tell more of my soul, will he tell about that mole?



Sometimes,  I wonder if Johnny Boy is a spirit that creeps with me in the moonlight, I mean I can't help but to do it every night. He had me reading an old diary of mine but, somehow it was in his portfolio and when I read this,I had wished I was blind. He had puddles in my ears that made great splashes on my invisible fears...



why...why is he ripping pages from my diary? When I read this, I pulled down my thong and...