Testo Nostalgic Moment

You are a bird with broken wings,trying to fly away.To your secret bay,where the water is blue and the fishes gay.Where you can rest at the shore without the constant fear or normal bore.Where you are pure and bright in the early morning light.Do you remember,how we used to skank.DO you remember,how much fun we had.All this nonsense that you drool adds up bid by bid to the pool.Filled with scorn and disgust,you were a friend I once did trust.You shew on my ears like a rat,whose looking for a piece of bread.I'm so sick to hear what you do or try,cause every word is just another lie.