Ice Cube:

by Scott Cole

I'm just a cold mess
As hard as they come...

Tattoo:

by Scott Cole

Your so under my skin
You get on my nerves...

Sleep: (1) 1

by Scott Cole

What a peaceful state of mind
So let me rest my weary soul...

Credit Card:

by Scott Cole

She's like A raindrop
Falling to the ground...

Dollar Bill:

by Scott Cole

I'm cost efficient
The root of all evil...

Her Eyes:

by Scott Cole

Her eyes are like mirrors
Reflections into her soul...

Maybe:

by Scott Cole

I don't think I can say
I can't find the words...

Old Screen Door: (1) 1

by Scott Cole

I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...

Voodoo Doll:

by Scott Cole

Yes I'm a Voodoo Doll
Please don't stick me...

Lost In A Book:

by Scott Cole

From cover to cover
I'm trapped in a book...

Air Supply:

by Scott Cole

A balloon and a bubble
Both plum full of hot air...

ThunderStorm:

by Scott Cole

The skies flickers with light
And then it's dark again...