The pressure guides me south
i crumble underneath it...
Girls are like apples on trees
some boys are too lazy to reach...
Nobody can see as if it was dark
nobody saw, the hatred in that park...
How can I cry the endless tears?
how can I shy in front of fear...
Adept trick of fingers
toss up...
They fought for our independents
and the government took it away...
Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...
Crying down
Dont make a sound...
Why do girls sit in front of the mirror pointing...
why do girls crave perfection...
Little girls getting raped...molested
Little boys joing gangs because they have no on to...
[ Khajuraho is a World Heritage Site in Central...
Beehive peeks, temple granites...
All I see nowadays is problems in life
where everybody has something they want to fight...