Well Trippy
All the things that pass us threw
In and out it turns the way u didnt want it to
You sit trembling on what to say
Its to late its time to comtemplate
All the times we had and now in my heart
Walking away from all this trouble
Its all one big bubble you burst u feel cursed
Something is wrong u get out that bong
You want it all to go away its all i ever say
It never ends some things dont mend
and wont pretend
Ill always think of things u said to me
Its all in my mind u see
I write down my thoughts
to get it all out no doubt
Anger building up
Its all out of line its just a sign nows never the time
Its like an unsolved crime
When is the time to shine
Throw out everything u got
Connecting those dots
Something noone will ever figure out
Makes me wanna pout
Theres just to much trouble
Notice how much you love the person u fought with
You thought your mom would of taught u this
But its all to much trouble
Copyright © Miichelle Van | Year Posted 2010
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