Bad Teeth!

Bright lights and drills,
Blinding pain slowly kills.
Fillings for cavities,
follow sweet activities.
I am a me,
So i will be free.
No i will not see!
Bad teeth come back to me...

If Green to me was blue to you...

I wrote this song a while ago, i just felt that it makes more sense to me now than before:

And the loser will find love one day,

And all his dreams will come his way,

And he will learn that love is only fleeting.

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If Green to me, was blue to you,

and love among us just holy glue,

Oh what then...

Oh what then would you say.

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If the eternal answer was 42,

And the number 9 just a clue,

And 27, just another age...

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Do you remember the songs we played,

The Rhymes we sang on that happy day,

The poetry we wrote...

The smiles that we shared...

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And we will find God one day,

Or will it be the other way.

The Burden we bear,

The Words that she says...

The Celebration of Death.

Pyres and Coffins,
Hearses and Graves.
Death on wings,
Time swiftly brings.
To live a life,
To face strife.
To die,
To try.
Life is fleeting,
Life is beautiful.
Life must end,
Death must be.
Why the grief,
Why the sorrow.
Why should we,
Live tommorow.