YES IVE BEEN AROUND
FU** HALF THE TOWN...
Oh, every poet have cloth from trees, but everyday...
Waiting for problem to start as pain is not...
I long for the warmth of days gone by
When you were mine...
I know what we got is true
when i aint around you everything around me is...
I asked you 2 use it
And you reply "No"...
YOU KAR3 SO MUCH
YOU R3AD MA STUFF...
AS OLD F33LiiNS FADE
NEW FEELiiNSz GROW...
Its hard to breathe,
Coughing turns to choking...
Every now and then, when im alone
And a thought of you just makes me smile...
Nurturing n fullfilling my dik is a tree
Alive n giving my dik is a tree...
Crystal dreams…
Crushed at noon…...
I dont know how to explain this
but its hurting me bad...