So, Mr Nimoy,
Your time has finally come,
Your long and prosperous life is done,
And now your being typecast in a better place.
Nomore will you voyage through space,
Or sing those silly songs on youtube.
It was always your tube, Nimoy,
When you paced the bridge of the Enterprise.  
Now you've been beamed up for good,
And your first officer's log is closed.

BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM




i CAN not stand your face,
your number ill erase,
cause i cant take it nomore,
cause i cant take it nomore,

you cheated on me twice,
and now you wanna be nice,
can not be with you nomore,
can not be with you nomore,

cant believed i loved you,
more than what i wanted too,
can not deal with it nomore,
can not deal with it nomore,

i have a habit to love,
and you have a habit of being a scrub,
you hurt me babe
you hurt me babe,

she says i cant believe i loved you
and having habit to love,
but she wasnt there for me,
like you were,
your the only thing ive ever known,
since we were kids,
and i love you,
for as long as i live.

i just want to close my tired eyes,
and fly away.
dazed, amazed, i peacefuly gaze into space.
getting lost in purple haze,
i dream of better days.

floating on air,
nomore pain, or dispaire.
i dont care at all.
i just want to smile for a little while.
and blissfuly bounce off of these four walls.