Cause I feel like ****
When you point it out
And I tried my best

It's like you want perfection
And I'm very sorry
I'm the opposite

Then you get mad
We ignore each other
After our fight

But really who's fault is it
I'm shaking
While you want everything

The prideful man cries
when his pride is unmet,
and when his mirror breaks
his existence is in threat!

The prideful man weeps
when his deeds are in vain
and he never kneels;
Unless his price is paid!

The prideful man stares
deep into the crowd,
only to be stared back
he wastes his whole life.

The prideful man kills
so his place is safe,
just to be in the center
he kills what he craves!

The prideful man begs
for a chance to be seen,
and when he his alone
he weeps, and he weeps!

And he dies!
When his words–
when his carefully sewed words,
fail to capture minds.

You know all my secrets
You know those things I could never tell

You know who I love
You know who sat next to in English yesterday

You know all my problems
You know who my bestfriends are
You know who I hate
You know what I think of everyone
You know everything
And yet you don't tell a soul

You don't gossip and share my secrets with the world

I love you for this
I wish we shall never part
Because if we do that would break my heart

I love you dairy

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.”
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can’t help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.

But outer Space,
At least this far,
For all the fuss
Of the populace
Stays more popular
Than populous

He says I want this to be over
But every body does

No money
Tough life
Sad job
Tough Times

He says everything
Will be better once were together

But really
We all need a new start

And they're starting from
The bottom to top

Everything goes slow
But time is running out

He still hasn't moved out
So when is Daniel
Gonna come ?

Family problems
They seem endless
But still
We hold ourselves
I love
Them all