You keep on blaming me,
why don't you show the proof,
how do you know it was me,
and not another girl?

I know the truth but how can you know?
How can you know it wan't me and a bunch of girls?
But no, It's me all alone,
and I am left the blame on.

There was an exact reason I stayed quiet,
and didn't say what you think I said,
But, I do confess I was in the room and heard all they said,
and maybe I did wrong,
maybe I should have told.

Is that what you want?

Do you think I'm the kind of person,
who would have enough courage to do so?
No, and what is your proof then?
That someone told you,
whoever did say that either saw wrong,
or purpusely said it wrong.

I do know who tattletaled,
but it would me tattletaling who it was if I did,
I know who it was,
and I accidently already told,
so I'm not going to tell you who it was.

But my friends know who it was,
and they know it wasn't me,
SO ASK THEM if it was me!

Why dont you show the proof for once,
and maybe I did it wrong,
but for so long,
that is not what I believe.

I think that your proof is simply utterly wrong.

Why does it have to be,
to suffer before to discover,
why does it have to be,
that I'd suffered before I'd known.

Why does it have to be,
to discover the healthy way of eating,
when its too late,
why does it have to be,
that doctors don't tell you till it is too LATE.

Why do you have to wait,
until you get to discover,
I TELL YOU WHY OH WHY,
WHY SUFFER BEFORE DISCOVER?!

My foot hurts,
as a volcano eruptiong on me,
My foot hurts,
Well as lucky as can be.

It's as if a ton of elephants,
a gazillion of girrafes (and squirrels)
Were all on my foot.
Yes, all on that great foot.

It hurts every time I walk,
as if I turn a button for the stampede to run over it.
Yes, that's how it hurts.

Well lets start with something,
a stampede of what?
Of mountains, giants and houses,
oh yes, All on that weight and bouncing on my foot.

So, yes the zoo is kinda attracted to my foot.

Do you want an easy, simple way of making easter bunnies for easter? Then try this out. You only need a few basic materials easy to find at home (unless you have a "no publicity" sign on your mailbox).

 

My feelings are confusing,
so incredibly hard to explain,
but I'm writing poems and poems,
to let you find the right plane.

I'm telling you that I'm lonely,
that I feel lost and pain,
however I am hiding this,
by shreading a smile on my face.

By now you should know who I'm talking to,
By now you should know my feelings,
It's not that I'm mad at you or anything,
I just want to let you know.