The rain outside
So depressing and dim...
* i was cleaning out my closet,
and this poem, i found...
This belt I wear holds up my pants
and comes off in one circumstance...
Walking down the street
I don't know where...
OK well life is kinda cool
when Ur in the pool...
Bicky is what i named life
he is my father nature...
Bicky is what i named life
he is my father nature...
Oh, I hate this PMS,
It hurts my back, it hurts my chest...
There ain't no elevator
so you'll have to use the stairs...
This is a good lesson you see,
for this is what my mother told me...
Growing up is so hard.
Feeling out of place...
Turn that frown upside down,
Raise your spirit up...