5 June 2012
The world is the problem, They all have an issue, God forbid that you could see, the problem may be you.
You stamp your feet and storm around with a grumpy face, You fail to see you're making the world a not so pretty place.
Take a step back, observe and look, Your moods are more diverse than a directory book!
Pull that chip off your shoulder and communicate, Otherwise you'll lose me and it'll be too late.
Venting • Opuss № I