(2014)
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
