I ask my advisor “girl, when we get out of college man”. She said never if you keep actin’ like that and. Just maybe in a few years, if you let it flow. And just let go, let your heart lead, and if you see weed, i’ll just let you know, you ain’t goin’ no where, so get up outta here. So I left, hopped on the bus headed back to my room, this girl started cryin’ tellin’ me she was gloom. I tryed to be nice and started to leave but she told me something that I couldn’t believe. Tellin’ me about her life and all, but all I wanted to do was call, up my friend to see what’s happenin’, tell me about a party man what’s crackin. I said bye they told me I was high, stop flyin’ in them clouds girl you flyin’ “oh my”. I had to tell someone, it had to be told, the girl I was talkin’ to began to grow old. It felt like everyone was dying, and i’m just lying, on the bed, with the doctor in my ear, telling me “surgury is over dear”………..
you are right i do think he is really cute… you are right i do like him… but i tell you what your wrong about.. im not attracted to him… i think evey guy is cute, but that doesnt mean anything…. yeah yeah yeah, it maybe true that every guy that i think is cute is gay or taken, or every girls ass is bigger than mine…yeah right i know i got a dunk… lol.
you are right i do think that guy in the C-store is so out of her league, i think he is adorable, yeah he probably likes her and she is in love with him, but love dont mean a thing if the feeling aren’t mutual…. i’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend, but the way he flirts around its like he is a free man (which i’m pretty sure he is)…
you are right i hate when people dont care what i have to say… you are right i dont care if you listen or not thats on you… you are right i hate hanging out with you guys, but it doesnt mean i dont want you to be my friends, but thats life and i have to deal with it….
it might be 3 in the morning but i dont care about you sleeping somewhere your not supose to be.. it might be three in the morning but i still have o dry the clothes before they get mildew.. it might be 3 in the morning but im still going to listen to my music as loud as i want to.. it might be three in the morning but im still going to be on the computer typing away.. in might be 3 in the morning but im still going to watch tv and flip through channels.. it might be three in the morning but im still gonna turn on every light in the house.. it might be 3 in the morning but im still gonna sing as loud as i can.. it might be three in the morning but i still gonna dance and stump around as loud as i want.. it might be 3 in the morning but, who lived in this house the longest. not you fool, so you can shut it up.. in might be three in the morning but you sleeping everywhere possible, to speard you germs around, is not gonna make people stop walking into the particaular room.. it might br 3 in the morning but frankly my darling i dont care if you had died in your sleep.. it might be three in the morning but ima do me and you can do you by getting out of the house to be productive, getting a job, stop eatting meat because dont forget you have gout, moving out of my house, and paying my bitxh…….
“These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you, your innocence… your pride… and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes, one finds only blackness. They absence of light. These are the eyes of a psychopath.”—