::poem 3:: Hearing all these songs about bad days, but when you do habe one its not like that song ever things don't turn up they only go down. But the last few seconds you wait to falling asleep, I think of you and can't help but smile.
okay i open my love to you, you run with it, i ask you were it is you say you lost it, next week you say bring me money or you will never see it again, so i give you money then you run again, by the end you give it back with bumps bruises junk stuck to it and it makes me sad