(no subject)
Hey now its every time I lose I take two.
I got a bad disease.
I hate poems that don't ryhme.
BUT;;;
I'm a hypocrite.
Can you just give a piece of you spare time?
Hold my hand
As we go through
The times as we share
The happiness
And pain
We both live through
I love you and hate you
Can you make me feel
The way I used to
As I fall down
And break down
And hold me
As I never hurt you