Enough!

Love the way they 'Talk'

'Round a ring o' roses

Your pocket full o' posies

A tissue, a tissue, we all fall down

I behold beauty in relations

Beginning of bountiful sensations

Become into blissful, close connections

Cut me off-

If I risk it all to belong there.

Love the way they talk,

Say he's strong, she's brave, she is 'tudey,

He's stubborn, full of gimmicks, He's a rudey.

Talk all day, glad we get to play, their all gay,

Don't get it the wrong way.

I'll never get to stay,

I'm too stuck up anyways,

I always have to runaway.

They'll never get to know me,

Makes it easy to desert me.

Will I ever have my own life?

Will Rachel run from home to find home?

Does Joey, ever finds a roomie?

Can the gang ever be held tight?

Is it always jus' Mon and Rossie?

Will I ever find my own gang? Right.

Ashes in the water, Ashes in the sea,

I ever, protect me from disappointment,

But this time,

Staying here hurts me, more,

But I am not voicing it, right?

They seem to find it easy ,

To air out their feelings,

But I am no good at gimmicks,

And seriousness is fri-vo-lous.

Talk to me anyways, friendly or foe-ly,

You ask me to join - you-

But I'm still stuck inside my h-h-h-

Head.

They say: "Are you lis-te-ning?"

~Aprill-o2