I miss the little boy
Who's life was full of joy
And in his stead
Is a shaven head
In his place
Is a weatherworn face
And in his shoes
Is a singer of blues
In his spot
Is a smoker of pot
Why can't this boy come out and play?
Today?
I'm just an upperclassmen, that's obsessed with fascism
A lil' taller than Bryce Hannan, but with a looser cannon
Crazier than a game of poker, but just as lonesome as the joker
i meant to say unfortunate but you cant go back and correct on these damn things.
i wish u didn't feel this way paul it makes me sad. i love you so much and i wouldnt want u to be any other way. the paul i know is so great dont wish you were anything than what u are right now.. theres noone like paul and everyone else is misfortunate.