... ( Alm. Ronald Rivia)

I'm so tired
i do not know what to write anymore
i'm so tired of myself
I'm so tired of you people
why're you kidding behind that damn mask
it's not the way you are
I don't know when will it's over
Should I close the story of my life?
Should I close that back?
I don't kow and I don't really cane if
people would like to give 
some space in their head for the story
This is not a corny story,
no life is corny to learn,
no death is corny to learn,
once you laugh,then you cry,
i want to be like him
he's so damn pathetic and embarassing
but he don't really give a damn,
i guess, he can amuse himself
he's damn ugly but act pretty,
When the thief sneaked he's hiding
behind my back
then act like a hero,
he always try to change people new,
that's he better than anybody
he's happy, i guess
no i don't want to be like him,
though i'm dying,
the gun's loaded
he's ready,ready to messed up with his life
he came to school,
shot the guys
put the bullets in their boddies, their heads
their brains, their minds,
he had showed them who's rule!
then he shot himself
you've done a great job boy!
the pair for the sin,
the death for the shred,
what was that all about?
they didn't listen to him,
he acted, now they listen,
Do it again boys! I love it!
i love to watch the evening news all alone
and watch the crying eyes,
tears, pair,
they can feel what you feel!
you rule!