If they give you a paper with lines,
Write the other way.

We're thick as theives my sweet.

This world was made for me and you,
Not the other way around.

I would have done a lot of good for the world, but i was an aborted child.

I good child isn't determined by its mothers age, but how hard she works.

I've always wondered what comes after death.
No matter where my imagination takes me,
I could die happy now, and not care what comes next.

Years from now, Is unknown. But what is known, Is my eternal love for you.