Poems from Chronicle
THEY SAY YOU ARE THIS, THEY SAY YOU ARE THAT
THEY SAID YOU ARE A BRAT, AND THEY CALL YOU FAT
THEY CALL ME STUPID, BECAUSE I'M BLIND
THEY...
YOU HAVE DONE TOO MUCH
I WISH I CAN FEEL YOU WITH MY TOUCH
SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS
SO I CAN MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND
ALL THE BAD...
SHE IS SOMETHING
SOMETHING THAT I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS COMING
SHE TOUCHES ME AND I FEEL CALM
FROM THE TIP OF HER FINGERS TO HER SOFT AND...
When you went out with my best friend, and you keep asking me about him
I mean, you are together with him, why not ask him
If you really...