I know someone will relate to this...
Searching through the archives of my mind I see you,Filed under "past relationships"I flip through,
They say "All is fair in Love and War"while sippin' wine,but tell me why you took your heart back and kept mine?
Oh yeah you don't give two cents about me,but I would bid for your heart believe me,
But Money could never buy love,Cut the crap and wishful thinkin' cause you said "Goodbye Love",
Damn.Reality Just hit me,a bruised heart writting's my medical aid kit see?
You cut me deep you stitched your name around my heart seams, And every time it beats your name glows through my chest it seems,
Friends think I'm desperate 'cause I'm calling you up,at 3 in the morn' vodka in system and cup,
"I just need you now,"I slur over the line,only to realise you had cut the phone the whole time,
But They Don't understand and they never will, you gave my heart the effects of an ecstasy pill,
Was hooked on your love and now I'm withdrawing, Should of worn a parachute instead of free falling.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
You wrap presents while I rap a sick sentence.
Here's a Rhyme called "Indie Kids" I wrote quicker than a black american guy can exclaim "It wasnt me!"
Stepping out with those Rayban shades,Life's a runway and it's like we're on stage,
Those city lights like them Nikon Camera flashes,and when they come on we put on like matches,
Higher grade no average, you're so average with those Nike shoes to match with,
I do me I swear to God I shall stick with it,vintage shoes Cheap Monday skinnys on tight-fitted,
They say we're shallow but they're in too deep,and they might drown in those words they dont understand but speak,
Not on a mission to be different I was always there, and you have no fashion flare thus no air fare,
Call us Slaves to fashion or however you say it, it's visible in the chains hanging and lounging from on leather jacket,
Walking the streets listening to Mr Hendrix and the likes of,Individuality so damn loud you can't turn it off.
Stepping out with those Rayban shades,Life's a runway and it's like we're on stage,
Those city lights like them Nikon Camera flashes,and when they come on we put on like matches,
Higher grade no average, you're so average with those Nike shoes to match with,
I do me I swear to God I shall stick with it,vintage shoes Cheap Monday skinnys on tight-fitted,
They say we're shallow but they're in too deep,and they might drown in those words they dont understand but speak,
Not on a mission to be different I was always there, and you have no fashion flare thus no air fare,
Call us Slaves to fashion or however you say it, it's visible in the chains hanging and lounging from on leather jacket,
Walking the streets listening to Mr Hendrix and the likes of,Individuality so damn loud you can't turn it off.
Hi.My name is...
I actually don't have much to say,why am I doing this?hmm...oh yeah it's because I'm bored. So yeah bascially I decided I should create a blog because it seems to be the "in thing" (Carrying premature dogs in designer bags is so last season) and I am like so into keeping up trends;However I couldnt quite latch onto the "Crocs" Craze,maybe I'm unfashionable or something.Well I'm just gonna be writting about whatever's on my mind,and a lot of the times that's clothes, film, music and umm...aaaah...L.O.V.E *SIGH* cue the Michael Bolton Music.
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