Dennis Bergeron, 12 january 2012
If life is a job then i swear I'm bout to quit
cause i know that i cant handle any more fucking shit
my life is in pieces,yea its all fucked up
whats it gonna take to help me rise back up
i don't think it possible,man i think I'm stuck
the fact that I'm still alive is just dumb luck
I'm writing break-up poems like I'm some sort of bitch
i don't even need a grave, just find me some ditch
but i live for his smile,yea i live for his laugh
its funny how much he hates it when he has to take a bath
i don't know where I'd be with out my loving little man
thats why suicide will never be a plan
It's funny,i think i need him more than he needs me
because above all else a father ill shall be
Dennis Bergeron, 22 december 2011
Your first love lost must hurt the most
All your emotions party and your mind is the host
Making it impossible to think strait you never really know
Every little thing is gonna make you want to blow
Your mouth is gonna open and words are gonna flow
And then your sad
Depression
Deep inside yourself you go
You can hide there all you want but things aren't getting better
Life is cold and rainy and you forgot your sweater
You should of broke my arms & legs,torn my limbs apart
Cause i bet that would of hurt less than that time you broke my heart
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