ago unify it row

I'll start this off
Without any words
I got so high that
I scratched 'til I bled

The finest day
That I ever had
Was when I learned
To cry on command

Love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain

My mother died
Every night
It's safe to say
Don't quote me on that

The black sheep got
Blackmailed again
Forgot to put
On the zip code

Love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain

Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say?

It is now time
To make it unclear
To write off lines
That don't make a sense

One more special
Message to go
And then I'm done
And I can go home

Love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

Fancy Seeing You Here

Coco in Atlanta was phenomenal
Exams tomorrow, which I shall ace

I no longer have a passion for helping people who do not care to help themselves. It is a losing battle. The lower class Americans (some whom are here illegally) in no way benefit society. Granted we need people to sweep and be the base of jokes, the benefits minimally outweigh the negative consequences. These sub cultures and counter-cultures do nothing but allow a voice for ignorance.

Ahh

great justice
guilt over rides you
much like anything with a penis
I win