Laayla
06-19-2005, 03:30 AM
Multiple brain cells ain't producing, reducing my ability to be introducing intellect to my mind so I'm looting every little wisdom there is to be shooting- Words being thrown in front of your eyes every second of the attempts I try seeking to gain your attention to these pathetic lies so you can be my alibi- Fake, an original laugh, envy the guts I have; fixed upon to claim whatever my hand can grab, and then you sit there framing a trap? You're crap. Just pathetic and hopeless because your skills don't exist- In order to regain position, you resume to resist- With assist-ance, it's contrary to assume you insist- Resulting out the data, you're in order to list; it's too dificult to comprehend, just slit your wrist- Down on your knees, now you pray with pain to strap- Broken down into pieces, with nothing on your lap. This isn't a poem and neither a rap; but rather the revelation where Laa's secrets unwrap-