For being my mother, I give you
Respect. For righting my wrongs
And putting me to bed.
Now that I'm older,
Sometimes I just sit and think.
I think about life and death.
I think about how much evil is in the world.
I think about how much pain and sufferring is in the world.
Why do I have all these feelings?
Most of them don't have any meanings.
I try to hide it as much as I can,
I just want you to be my man.
Why must we die?
a death makes everyone cry.
When I think about death I just sigh,
life isn't a peice of pie,
One day when I was bored,
I jumped out the window & I soared.
I had no wings,
then suddenly a tree started 2 sing.
People say I'm bossy, ignorant, and a snob,
well I say, at least in this world I have a job.
People say I'm nosy and like to ease drop,