These little things things that want to be small but relevent Confused in there mind seeking corners and creeps watching you back from that hinge getting mad Cause they knoww, how much they will be craved for when really needed you give them the best of you lips the places that are difficult even for you to reach but they slip on, they hide, they suffer knowing very well no-body else will undertand there value there place Foolish hearts, such consumate idiots broomed by the commeners, flipped by the kids, thrown by adults what bad has my-self done to you opening my soul to your touch why aint your reasoning adandoining those who squeeze your peatals thill they bleed and you complain bout my little rough play you leave me for not remembering "where i kept you last night" Anyways as always i will look for you below the pillows between the sheets and yes the corners of the couch Hey readers, have you seen her itt ws heart shaped just a small pice of plastic Where the hell is it Gott daam i need it to make the music Where is my plectrum !!!! Wheeeree i my pic!!! No dont need any other
