I want to write a poem
but i don't know what about...
The man i had always called dad
He turned out extremely mad...
Nan you no i love you
even though your dead...
The rain is dripping
as my tears fall free...
You told me you love me
But is it really true...
The rain is dripping
as my tears fall free...
I am here for you
no matter what you go through...
They played in the abandoned house
trespassing that was they...
Nan you no i love you
even though your dead...
When days were old and nights were cold and condoms weren't invited, men tied their socks around their cocks and babies were prevented |