Mix
20 April 2007 - 21:56
Involvement
You threw yourself into the quicksand!
Took the dare and now you're complaining?
Shut that pathetic face of yours.
No one is going to care or help you.
Are you shouting? What is it?
"HELP!" you say. But who can hear you?
ill
The war is over.
The enemy's white flag swayed high.
Hoping for a better future.
Yet suffering with its aftermath
Here, feeling pain is not an option.
Tired
Do this and that and that and this.
You're so good and I should applaud you.
Feeling breathless?
No, you can't stop.
You are good at this.
Carry on.
Don't disappoint me.
Go on...
Fortune
Pile of gold you see.
Pile of mud I see.
Branded clothes you wear.
Ragged clothes I wear.
Your watch spells accessory.
My shadow spells time.
You say I'm rich.
I say make me itch.