Walking talking rocking the way,
life is a wheelbarrow,
never to know, what to come,
life is struck arrow.

Right through my heart, went the spear,
leaving no sign on rear,
screaming so loud in the fear,
Is there anyone that can hear?

Good better towards the best,
History remains, when time rests.
Choose the chose that fate had chosen,
Bringing the heat, eleminating the frozen,


Her fetching eyes and admirable admiration,
Bewitching face and angelic representation,
Beauteous glimpse and foxy nature,
Captivating image beyond imagination.

I am alive, but my heart ain't beating,
running hard, but I ain't sweating,
I am lost, but mind ain't thinking,
I am awake, but eyes ain't flinching,

oh doc am I alive?
tell the truth, will I survive,
reluctant to answer, purplexed doc,
said the death will arrive.

Without you, I am so harden,
I am stuck I wish to pardon,
I was the land, you rosey flower,
being barren from springy garden.

walking talking rocking the way,
life is wheelbarrow,
oh heart, don't worry so hard,
life is struck arrow.

I'm lost in the mess I tried to fix.
Now I'm here under it all.

Feeling it all.
Every inch of my body aches

For something better
I'm lost in the face of darkness.

I've become so use to it now,
That i like it here

I like the loss feeling."
-my broken heart

I met a girl , i dont knw how
She seem so cute , my cute fellow

With  little dreams , she headed sharp
Like a twinkling star , in a deep mellow

She talked so sweet , like honey lump
Sugary sweet and soft like gello

A crispy smile , and big round eye
Rose red lips and a bit too shy

I wish to lord, they he may grant
A lovely life , in  a holy style

Ur wish may true , n ur face may glow
Thats ma wish , ma cute little fellow