Dont treat me like potato
I aint no ****** tomato
Imma do what i want and smoke tobacco
Dont think of me as your flashy babe ***

Im sick of all this crap yow,
Youve been neglecting the **** outta me bro
But im through playing your games tho
So kiss me hard and just let me go

Happiness is just temporary, Happiness never stays
They say happiness is choice, but it only chooses you on particular days
Happiness is a traitor, it will leave you high and dry
But happiness is all we crave for, without it, we only live to die

Happiness is not a cure, hopefully someone out there understands
That Happiness is a burden, like holding a beating heart in your hands
Happiness is found all around you, if you look closely, you might see
But I’m lost in a world of illusions, seeing nightmares instead of dreams

Happiness has a limit, like a meaning behind a smile
Finding reasons to keep you happy, that’ll eventually get old after awhile
For Happiness doesn't last, neither does anything else
We live in a world of agony, pleasing people other than ourself

Me hurt alot
Me in pain
Me smoke ***
I wish it rain

You *****
Go fish
Get rich
Sandwich!!!

O mai Gad of Bisdak
Tell me wat i lack
Du yu want sam bulaklak?
Or do yu want me to **** ****?

Bicos i ran out of luck
And i dont gib a ****
So why yu no talk?
Gad of Bisdak

Twin ***** i seek
One is meek
Twos a freak
But a kick
To groans so deep
A shreek id hear
And there goes a leak
To the two ***** i seek

The beauty of ***** come high and low
But Paulo's pair of ***** is something the world should know

I remember the day you had me at Hi
I remember the day you left without Goodbye
And I remember all these memories that i will surely miss
Yes, I remember a poem I wrote and it went something like this

Do you remember the day you broke my heart?
Do you remember the day you tore it apart?
Do you remember the day you made me cry?
Do you remember the day, where you had me at Hi?

I remember it all too well..

Like a flower without its petals

Like a butterfly without its wings

Like a heart without its beat

Is like you without me

Incomplete.

She was emotionally exhausted
She was drained out
She was stuck in melancholy,
living a meaningless life

She turned into the monster
she always came to be..
Cause nobody could hear her..
The poor girls inner scream

She's a mystery

To be heard
To be listened to
Both portray the same act,
yet serve a different purpose

"They hear these words that escape her mouth,
but they dont listen..

"They listen to the song she sings,
but they dont hear the messege it brings"

For she is trapped deep in the gutters of her soul
Voiceless.

Dont fall for the girl
who lost her heart years ago

For she is empty and can offer nothing
but pain in return

For she learned to understand love
through pain itself

Maybe we should get drunk,

forget the world for awhile

and

get lost in each others feelings