i made a list of things
worth living for
and it came up to be
a hundred and
i made a list of things
worth dying for
and it read:
Him.
on my fourteenth birthday i
came home crying
'cause i'd only
received five presents
and remember mother
how you said:
quality over quantity
any day.
oh mother, tell me what is
one hundred then,
as compared to that
one.