On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words
I got so high, i scratched 'till I bled

I love myself, better than you
I know it's wrong, but what should i do?

The finest day that I've ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command

I'm on a plain
I can't complain

My mother died every night
It's safe to say, don't qote me on that

The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code

Somewhere I've heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored

As a defence I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am i trying to say?

It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sence

One more special message to go
And then i'm done and I can go home
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