When you want to punch someone in the face, And you don't know who that someone is, It's anger that you are going through, A feeling full of piss. Then two situations arise,
You are the reason that I exist, The one who made me walk holding my wrist. You are the reason for me being what I am today, Which isn't that bad is what I would say.
No matter how much we irritate you, No matter how much we bully you, No matter how big a nuisance we are, Our love for you it true. Sure we act weird, Sure we keep irritating beards,
Clouds.. Grey, white, dark or black, One above the other arranged on a stack. Two of them in such a way, So as to look like a fighter plane. Some to show a barking dog,
