And time you need.

He´s not old yet not pretty
Lost his soul
Should I feel pity?
He said love
She meant lover
She has her fate and he ´s a leftover.

Wanna die? Grab a gun.
Or cross the street
Just for fun.
Cuz my dear...
You won´t find
A way out
If you are blind.

Lovely friend
I hate this trend
You got homework to do
And you keep cheating on YOU.
So bloody cheating on YOU.

Last advice from this mate
The word TIME is not so great
But time she needs to get settled
And time you need for that kettle
That boils the water of the coffee
That you´ll have
When she´s comfy.

- Jan. 28, 2005 at 12:49 PM