You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smell mom,
So I knew it would be mean
Everyone ate the brown beans mom,
But I ate mashed potatoes instead.
A person who ate the brown beans farted mom
and it smelt really bad.
People pointed fingers at me mom,
and my face turned red.
I told them it wasn't me mom
but they didn't believe what I said.
My friends don't like me any more mom.
They say I'm a liar.
As for the brown beans mom
I will never be a buyer!
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
