I can smell the icy grip of death, creeping on me from the murky pits of Beth.
day by day, year by year. Old age always grows near.
Movies just bore me, all stories are boring, i just keep on snoring.
But why do i pay? Thats to hard to say.
Music is confusing, so much for the choosing.
I don't get beiber, neither love him nor hate him. He sounds ok but he sure looks gay.
I have been crying for a whole year since i turned 20 but now that i am 21 i am getting over it. But i wrote a rhyme about what i am feeling.