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Title: Hold on to your prayers

Everything is slow, I never get out. Every weekend blows, there really is no dought. I want to go see friends but they always have other plans. All the plans I make bends. Not many of them are skate city fans. I just want to go some place, maybe with a girl friend. The problem I have to face is I tend to be quite. I really have to fight it. Having no one to hold, it doesn't really feel right. I fold my arms and hold on tight. To think about it in my head, it's not a pretty sight. I seem myself on the floor, feeling like I am ignored. Someone will eventually open the door.