Enemy is a friend
He do things to make you cry...
Brought together by threads of hope,
We stuck for times both good and sore...
How sweet memories in early days
Always PNQ members were there...
Smash me, thrash me, then tear me up inside
Chill me, it thrills me, I don't need to hide...
Awake the sleeping artisan
bedding deep within your core...
Its just been two weeks, dear.
Burn out is premature, clear...
You know that feeling,
when you are surrounded by a crowd...
Yay
its real...
I like you
I like the sweet things you say...
You tell everyone, im a bad child,or that i dont...
Your always stating what's wrong with me...
I sit and stare at you
your piercing eyes...
Missing my friends
was the pain I endured...