Close the mirror and open the windows
Because damn, it can't be that hard
Ta actually do something wrong.
And damn the dam won't break into flowers
in the rain.
Because clicking keys of music filled work
Serve to vomit out my frustration.
I need dirt.
I wish (don't you wish) that things
All of these thrills
Would come without no work.
But life sucks- welcome to the angst filled world.
But I won't talk about love,
The whole thing's so redundant that
All you have to do…
We're getting off the point.
So, now I've had a little moan
I can lick it off my doors,
wrap it up and throw it out the window.