Never take a soul for granted.
Not one, not two, not any...
As you talk to me...
I smile, listening to your words...
Imperfection is just an addition to the bliss in...
Others find imperfection as something more of just...
What a wonderful time of year.
Not one to say, "Get me this or that."...
Why won't you just leave me alone?
I don't care whether you talk to me or not...
Life goes on...
Soaring through the sky to different countries...
After all this pretending.
I can't go back...
Can you tell?
Whilst I sit here smiling...
Here I am
Do you see me...
Why must you tell me to go against who I really...
Does it disturb you this much that I must put on...
What's the point
In smoking a joint...
Always there to have fun times with.
True friend to the very end...