i think peace owes me a lil tap in da head.

i think happiness owes me a lil sun dance.

i think smile owes me a new parade.

and i really feel that misery deserves a bedlam.

i need a fresh hop.
a new eardrum.
and a torture chamber.
cause ryt now, this couch is holdin me by hands behind my back and
forcing me to watch "my sassy girl."

yes, u are badly missed.
fixin mode in the process.
these shoulders’ gon work its way on you..
it’s on its way.
on its freakin way.

~ by iamwoim on September 1, 2008.