East to sea
west to land...
There's crayon marks on my walls,
and toys up and down the hall...
They lay me down
on the polyester seat...
My job is hard to take,
It ain't no piece of cake...
Me and Sue,
yea we thought we ruled...
My teacher gave me a poem about plums
to learn off by heart...
It weren't meant to be, I wasn't for him,
I thought that he liked his girls skinny and dim...
As you can see I wrote this when I was 13.
I need my own room...
Did you ever wonder,
why some people laugh...
I don't know you
you don't know me...
one day i was walking
and then i started skipping...
Getting chased by a bat
is unlucky sh*t...