Song Mix
Posted: 20 Sep 2010 00:41
This is a poem I wrote with most of the songs by Sick Puppies in it: Check it out.
I'm a real Odd One.
I'm not the Master Of The Universe, so don't start a War with me, or I Hate You eventually. You're Going Down if you hurt me. So What I lied, I Should've Known Better, but I will Survive. I'm In It For Life, if you Don't Walk Away. Hopefully, Maybe you'll be here to stay. I'm holding onto White Balloons up against the sky of doom, on my back floating down in my own Riptide ; The water is fine. Sure, I have Issues, but that's just part of My World. Time Will Pass if you use Too Many Words trying to Say My Name right. Every Day I'm Holding Out for That Time Of Year. Rock Kids is the way to go, don't turn to pop, or any of that Funkey Y2c stuff. I'm Me, Much, Plenty of the time, and I give nothing but a pure Deliverance of myself only. Sometimes, things are so Pitiful that Nothing Really Matters anymore. It's like having Cancer, where every day could be The Bottom. This is when I say Welcome To The Real World, where that strange girl at school really does have an Asshole Father, or how Howard's Tale is just as depressing as hers. If I were Anywhere But Here, then this story would not exist, so What Are You Looking For? I guess in this world, no matter where you look, it's All The Same.
I'm a real Odd One.
I'm not the Master Of The Universe, so don't start a War with me, or I Hate You eventually. You're Going Down if you hurt me. So What I lied, I Should've Known Better, but I will Survive. I'm In It For Life, if you Don't Walk Away. Hopefully, Maybe you'll be here to stay. I'm holding onto White Balloons up against the sky of doom, on my back floating down in my own Riptide ; The water is fine. Sure, I have Issues, but that's just part of My World. Time Will Pass if you use Too Many Words trying to Say My Name right. Every Day I'm Holding Out for That Time Of Year. Rock Kids is the way to go, don't turn to pop, or any of that Funkey Y2c stuff. I'm Me, Much, Plenty of the time, and I give nothing but a pure Deliverance of myself only. Sometimes, things are so Pitiful that Nothing Really Matters anymore. It's like having Cancer, where every day could be The Bottom. This is when I say Welcome To The Real World, where that strange girl at school really does have an Asshole Father, or how Howard's Tale is just as depressing as hers. If I were Anywhere But Here, then this story would not exist, so What Are You Looking For? I guess in this world, no matter where you look, it's All The Same.
