Missing my friends
was the pain I endured...
I sit and stare at you
your piercing eyes...
You tell everyone, im a bad child,or that i dont...
Your always stating what's wrong with me...
I like you
I like the sweet things you say...
Yay
its real...
You know that feeling,
when you are surrounded by a crowd...
Its just been two weeks, dear.
Burn out is premature, clear...
Smash me, thrash me, then tear me up inside
Chill me, it thrills me, I don't need to hide...
How sweet memories in early days
Always PNQ members were there...
Brought together by threads of hope,
We stuck for times both good and sore...
Enemy is a friend
He do things to make you cry...
Is there no reason why we can't be friends?
Or does the colour of our skin deter...