PT.

Don't get your knickers in a twist.
Aint talking bout physical training.
I'm chattering about pity man.
Pity for thou.

Joyous was thee.
Before grease became glee.
Became attractive,
it was but addictive.

Thou never had attention
Not worth a freaking mention
But when thou rise demons thou met
At the end of it all
thou broke more than a sweat

High men
Low men
yellow fellow
black swallow
gone was thee common sense
out with thy innocence

Pity
thou cant get me
but its ok
ill try to smile for another day

Rites of passage
coming of age
i hope as thou live longer
thou will become stronger

thou deserve the best
that cut above the rest
tho' it might slice and dice
all it's trying is to be nice.

refresh your memory
to that month in january
where lovebirds roam
and to thy beach we comb

i am a dog
not a mere bitch
treat me not like a log
and if its thou ill never ditch

im atop a tower
with me binoculars
ill get down with a flower
together we'll chase cars.

it's been choppy
that i wont deny
its time to be happy
cuz my love is but benign.