Yes it hurts but its for the best Tell me rather be hurt for the truth Then having it a lie & die inside Truth ? Omgosh you know now Where the poems Come from Reason behind them Where I get inspiration The closed door That has been Opened Unlocked
I dont follow them I do whatever I want to Even when I know its wrong Its a problem I only stop because Of you I care enough about you & I know you wouldn't like me that way so I'll follow rules your commands Must be done Not broken
Tis season be jolly Deck halls with bells of Holly Jingle bell rock around Christmas tree With me All night long While frosty snowman appears With his garment of clothes
I've fallen for stupid things That seem to mean the world to me It's a nightmare I live every now no then I detonate when you look at me Why are you subtle ? Fallen for ya Take my hand Save me