I tried to make an effort
But now I regret it...
* i was cleaning out my closet,
and this poem, i found...
Your talk is irritating my ears,
I don't care what you have to say...
I was thinking,
about thinking a thought...
I'm a pot head with no life
ill never have a family not even a wife...
Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love...
Sometimes holding hands means more then making...
Up in the morning, before crack of dawn.
Limbering up on, next doors front lawn...
As class begins, my boredom sets in,
I’m fighting a battle I can’t seem to win...
Oh, I hate this PMS,
It hurts my back, it hurts my chest...
Bicky is what i named life
he is my father nature...
Bicky is what i named life
he is my father nature...
OK well life is kinda cool
when Ur in the pool...