maybe its the lack of sex,

maybe its the love.

maybe its time to forget,

the one i really love.

maybe its the ciggarettes,

maybe its the drugs.

maybe god is taking bets,

on who he really loves.

mental power comprimised,

by people from the past.

untill they pull me aside,

and try to kick my ass.

strangers give me credit,

for things that i dont do.

im not the one that said it,

im not one to deny it too.

maybe its the mood swings,

maybe its the girls.

maybe its the bed springs,

that make me twist and curl.

maybe i dont like you,

then again, maybe i do....


now what do i do?