"you throw like a girl"
"you run like a girl"
i'm not belittled nor ashamed by this comment
as it show us that men and boys will repent
i am not implying that girls and women do not diminish theirself
but I am telling you we will fight in good and bad health
do you know what G. I.R.L stands for?
g is for Glamorous, I is for intelligent, r is for respected and l is for lifeform
so if I throw like a girl I'm honored and so should you.

I want to be a place you call 'home'

Do you know what's the meaning of 'home' itself?
Home is a place you always keep coming back, no matter how far you could go
Home is a place you always gonna miss, no matter how messy it could get
with its imperfections
with its messiness

And I don't want to be a five-starred hotel-or a mall, for you
with its perfections
with its glamorous
with its beauty
But you can always leave them, anytime you want
Because it's just a place you passed by,
just a place you enjoy, you look at,
for short periods of time,
then you leave it behind

I want to be a home, for you
with my own imperfections,
with my own messiness,
Because I want you to keep coming back to me, no matter how far you could go
And you'll always gonna miss me,
because I'm your home.

I can barely make her laugh
I am rarely the reason behind that glamorous smile

But that is okay
As long as she's laughing and smiling
That is enough

You died too young
Your angels' voice
Your deep deep sorrow
Don't you know how I need you?

You left too soon
Your wicked heart
Yourdrunk drunk love
Don't you know how I need you?

You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul

You said goodbye too young
Your golden tears in the paradise
Your rousing heartbreak
Don't you know how I need you?

You passed away too soon
Your mysterious disappearance
Your breathless dream brother
Don't you know how I need you?

You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul

You fell asleep too young
Your American breath
Your rootless trailer trash
Don't you know how I need you?

You gone to glory too soon
Your curly dark hair
Your heavenly muse
Don't you know how I need you?