What is your wildcard, gals?
Did you get a *******, or a pal?
For some, it's standing room only,
Women work, men sit down, TV moanies,
It's called the wildcard for women,
Is he a snag or a caveman?

our snapchat streak wasn't the only thing that ended that day

Power can change everything                                                       ­   
A man I once knew
Cared about being true
He had his heart broken                                          
  No liable way of coping                                                      
obse­ssed with winning                                              
  Always grinning                                                         ­                           
No one knew his pain
Hiding away his shame                                                            ­        
People loved him                                                      
scared of judging                                                          ­      
Changed his ways                                                             ­               
  for a glimpse of fame                                                            
­ doing anything to feel again                                        
He gave into the earthly way                                      
But one day he will know                                                        
After all the power
How he will feel at his last hour          
Stooping so low                                                        
The journey is the best part                                                             ­ 
Be proud of how you got there                                                          
End the way you start

If you knew,
I liked you,
If what they said and thought about us,
was true,
If we were really ever going to,
end up being a thing,
If we became more,
than lunch pals,
homework calls,
I'd be all yours,
you know so,
I know so,
But what we have,
is a ******* great friendship pal,

I've never seen anything like you.
Someone that works so hard for what he wants
And never gives up on anything.
You’re so loving and daring.
You still have the same energy from when you were a puppy.
I loved when we took our long walks and you pointing everything out.
You’re able to remember everything.
You keep coming back to me and I want to keep you forever.
But sadly I am becoming allergic to you.
Every time I want you to stay, I begin to feel pain.
I know how happy I make you and how you never want to leave me.
And me, I just want to have you by my side till the end of time.
This allergy has been getting stronger and stronger.
I wish it never came up.
You make me smile and laugh and I just want to keep you close to me.
Maybe over the years it will calm down and I can play again.
Until then, know that you will always be
My buddy, my pal, my best friend,
My hunting dog.