They lay me down
on the polyester seat...
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...