People
Walk in, and I see you point at us, say things negative down low,consider us a social disease. Those of us from below are best left underground.
Dont care about you, made our point, we are the bottom, but always around, refuse to just go for your pleasure, refuse to faid away, Be the unheard live under ground.
Admit that your cute, but you suck always will, I know you will never change. One day you will find that you do need us, repair, rebuild or replace.
However, the price just got doubled, plus it will take another day. When you think you have made it. Guess what? It is us you still pay.
Figure out the cost. Who did you step on, what friends have you lost? Who can you count on.
I will still be down here, but happy with myself.
Money can buy comfort, and new friends can be bought or found. But, love is a feeling that requires work, not something left lying around.
sigard · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 08:17am · 3 Comments |