There's crayon marks on my walls,
and toys up and down the hall...
Lightning bolts through the sky,
Thunder rumbles through the clouds...
I look at my sceadual and start to see
his name but how can that be...
Little spermy go away
come again some other day...
Im lying next to you and i can here you breathing
but being here next to you has no meaning...
She keeps coming invading their lives
As a bandit who never had enough...
I am Davids cold heart,
I am Davids warm fart...
I played handball everyday
Because it was a way of life...
School is so boring
I hate it so...
I started a new chapter
in this book that is my life...
Don\'t cry for me
or my pain...
I got a pebble in my head
And I don’t mean like bam bam...