The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.
Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.
Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.
You're a woman, at least you taste like you are.
I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.
I was thinking too fast. It seems like a person has the tendency to get bored, because he always wants to try to do all these accomplishments.