now its darn obvious
that it was a big mistake to want to be like you.

we're worlds apart.
and i think its good that way.

dosages of good food, good humour, and goodlooking arty farty boys with cameras, sketchbooks and goodhair.
today's a good day, at least i feel it is, reasonably :)

i wudnt mind working to death if im doing something i like,
i told mother, she looked at me, in awe

do i look that lazy to you, mother?

she passed flowers to everyone
and light up their days with her smile.
everyone she is with, they laughed.
cause she is everything they want to become.

because i cant fight
and there are things i cant understand.

wrote it in my diary, the things i cant say
minutes stay minutes, to lick the tears away.