Boys are like roses |
Some times, |
"I hate the sky above, whether moon or sun, whether rain or snow, since the pain begun..." --ICP |
*I hate that you leave when the lights come on and if i had it my way the sun would me be gone*---ICP |
*Hows she gonna leave me and never say bye, I know that she's an angel and their letting her fly*--ICP |
*Every plan we made together was a lie, |
*Maybe i only hang with weirdows, hoodlums, and Junkys, I keep em by my side, baby mamma doesent understan a friend is hard to come by so i keep what i can find.* ICP |
But mostly I hate the way |
You have to kiss a lot of frogs, |