Everyone thinks all guys are the same,
they want to be the king in the worlds game...

Me and my family
don't always get along...

This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...

As i sit, after i cried,
i begin to feel like i wanna die...

What am i to write about
in this lovely letter...

Twas the night before saturday
and all through th day...

I'm making up this poem
all about my name...

What's gonna happen
what do i do...

Boredom comes and goes, no matter what we try
whatever the hell we do, it just doesn't seem to...

As you can tell we aren't around,
knowing us we're playing with a shiny object we...

~i went to a party
with my so called friends...

~in one day it could be tomorrow
in six days it could be next week...