Crack Down.

When were with each other,

We don’t use words.

We know each other to well,

Just like a flock of birds.

You always feel the opposite as I,

Nothing of the pleasuring side.

I’m mostly always in a good mood,

But you, you’re just acting like a fool.

Always on the condescending side.

Acting like your not higher then life.

But really you are just turning bad,

Too much to handle in one bag.

Life as we know it,

Is just horrible for you.

Why you ask?

Because I think I love you.