Mom i want to go home,
Mom can i get something new,
Mom i don't know i just wanna be with u...
Complaints complaints,I
just don't understand ,
I want to stop,I just cant,
Here i am complaining as these little kids die,
They become bald,They just want to cry,
I realize to stop,
But it doesn't make it better,
I just want them to be alright,
But all they hear, Is the complaints of a spoiled child...
(copyright 2005 )
Sunday, May 22, 2005


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