jerk

When ever a new story begins
the old one ends
when you think you did it all right
i seem to take the trash
you showed me the truth ,
what you though would be right
but its all crap at the end
you think i fool around,
while i make friends
you amuse a lot
without having my explanation
jealousy seem to over come you
self confidence only appears when you are with them
i am a toy to you
a fished up piece you found
i am nothing to you
words you say simply don't mean much
cause its what you think its right
you say it right at times
yet you get it wrong too


nyegh ignore this , its for me to blab