The Last Shred of Happiness
Dear Lord,
Well, you've done it again. You've taken the SHRED of happiness I had and RIPPED it away from me. All-in-all, we WERE the perfect scene. There wasn't anywhere I'd've rather been. But no, when things go my way, which will be in never and a day, the world will surely EXPLODE. Why do we insesantly play this cat-and-mouse game, where all we do is run? Why must we be like that cartoon, where the blue girl annoys the CRAP out of the green girl but all for all the green girl's attempts at desctruction of the blue girl, she always ends up liking her? Except for the singing, that she couldn't stand. Why do all the poems sound the same? MICROSOFT.
Well, you've done it again. You've taken the SHRED of happiness I had and RIPPED it away from me. All-in-all, we WERE the perfect scene. There wasn't anywhere I'd've rather been. But no, when things go my way, which will be in never and a day, the world will surely EXPLODE. Why do we insesantly play this cat-and-mouse game, where all we do is run? Why must we be like that cartoon, where the blue girl annoys the CRAP out of the green girl but all for all the green girl's attempts at desctruction of the blue girl, she always ends up liking her? Except for the singing, that she couldn't stand. Why do all the poems sound the same? MICROSOFT.