Helen is funny
Everyone thinks so...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Out of all the unimportant living breathing...
*dont worry I'm not racist or anything, i heard...
Three of our sports were created by three races...
I had to write a poem for a class that used all...
so here ye go...
Now lay me down to sleep,
I pray dear LORD my shape to keep...
We are the seven dead fires,
feel the furry of our knives...
I didn't do a thing to you,
so why all of a sudden am I in the middle...
A smiley face,
A pretty place...
Walking down the street
Pumping to my beat...
I think about each day by day
Being all smart and shouting, "HEY!"...
Broken toes you'vegot the best of me
But i now keep on wishing that it wasn't me...