[recorded Dec. 7th 2010]
I am
by The Aggregate Kid
my hands shake
nervously, and i know best... a
friend that's always there.
there is this lovely
as i
go is
the headbone zone. i can no
longer here... the light of the
polution and
littering would
stop, it still
would be. nobody
knows what "this" does. all of
you and swift to depress
they make you pretend to
understand my hopes
and dreams. you dont
know your
wish, and so will
you, but
i'm so sorry what you reap you
must sow.
i must
do work
all day;
and as time goes
on i try to
silence the children know
the real me. she wades
in
insecuerity and
harbors
adolesent fears.
she dreams of all i
asked her if we are not better
off, for they know it will grow,
bit-by-bit though
friendship is a few people very giving?
why are friends
friendly? why do i love you, and
i know me face?