One minute everything is well,
the next everything suddenly turns to hell.
nothing else better to do
than worry about the colour of your shoe
no one seems to get along
we could almost write a song
the conflict and all the fights
ends up in people upset every night
Nan and par are all so stressed
and everyone down here couldn't care less
hopefully sometime into the future ahead
let's stop the fighting and get along instead
this is my friends poem one of her friends just told her she likes the guy that she is still in luv with and she is haveing a really ruff time
