Wednesday, January 14, 2004 @Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Whoeva said life is a bed of roses
ought to be shot.
Or perhaps dey laid in bed deir whole lives.
Life can nv be all cherries n peaches.
Same theory as wat goes up muz come dwn.
The act of balance some would call it.
Life has its ups n downs.
My dear friend,
Bottling up onli keeps u drowning in ur depression.
Wats bothering u wats taken away ur smile
D one dat used to bring sunshines wherever u go.
How can u expect me to be sitting ard when u look all dwn n out.
How can i stop all dis worrying for u
I need ur rays to bring abt sunshine
U dun wan to trouble others wif ur troubles
But do u noe dey do not feel dat way
How to make u feel betta
How to bring d smile back to ur face
How to mk it across u dat it does matter to me.
Mayb i cant help dat much, mayb not even a little
But at least i can be dere wif u
I noe u r bothered by many things
disappointed in friendship n all
N wat uve not shared
But u gotta tink on d bright side
Aint dere many by ur side
Aint dere friends who care for u
N listen good,
U are neva to gif up on urself.
