ottis ottis
with his nose up his ****,
just a low life bumb, an all american chump.
ottis ottis
he aint nothin but a punk.
he acts like a human and he smells like funk.

i like nintendo, and i like bud,
i like music, and paul rudd.

whatever happened to the days of hope, and laughter?
im haunted by the memories that happened slowly after, im a disaster,
all of those days have gone away, just memories of yesterday.
and you cant hug memories or call them on the phone,
i guess that you dont  miss me, and thats why im all alone.
i'm not going to lie, sometimes i really need a friend,
sometimes this nightmare of mine, feels like it will never end.
i guess nobody cares, when all is said and done. sometimes i fear
my ending will not be a happy one.

dear cerrupted angel, you've been through far too much,
i see the barbed wire your tangled and mangled, in. you're so lost and out
of touch. you awkwardly stand with sad blue eyes and shaking hands, and no one understands how you feel, your so striken with fear, that parts of you dissapear, underneath your shield made of steele .

what do you do, when someone you find irreplaceable,
walks away and just replaces you? when you lose your
bestfriend, when all your worst nightmares come true.
when someone you used to rely on, is nolonger a shoulder
to cry on, just a cold shoulder that makes you cry,
and forever becomes never, and u cant seem to put the pieces back together,
because everything you believed in was just a lie.

you came into my life during a rain storm
i thought that i needed you, nothing else mattered,
my self esteem was shattered, i just wanted to be with you.
i fell for your lies about sunsets and beautiful skys,
but you left me like a hurricane,
and i should have never believed in you.

He is the inconvenient truth,
And always goes unnoticed.
I guess it's for the better,
I would hate to be ****** into,
His heart he hides,
Under the vacant smiles.

He is the boy who tells white lies,
And balms his good intentions.
I want him to tell me so,
I hate the fact he doesn't.
His mouth just seeps sugar,
What he thinks I want to hear.

He is a constant misconception,
And prides himself on his demeanour.
They think of him as nice, or kind,
I hate the fact I see the latter.
His delusions of how things should be,
Will never cloud my judgement.

For what I hate the most about him,
Is that I know who he really is,
And it's sad,
he wouldn't recognise reflection.