arabic,hebrew & persian!

take me home where the moods are mellow;
roses are thrown;
m&m's are yellow.

man, where is home?
i've moved so many times, it's almost impossible.
like, a world record.

so many schools, it's mind boggling.
so many new faces, and names, and friends,
it's crazy.
what do i do with all the people i remember?
i don't think i'll ever see them again.
especially not on the streets i live near now.
their all in my hometown,
living it up with old friends and old times.
so many different personalities and best friends;
that came and went.

if you are what you say you are, i believe you, a lot.
but don't turn your back to me and walk away,
just because i'm moving doesn't mean we can't still be friends,
just because i'm a 25 minute drive away doesn't mean we still can't be friends,
just because you have better friends than me, and you like them better than me, doesn't mean we can't still be friends,
just because you hate me and i hate you, doesn't mean we still can't be friends.

then, maybe, you'll understand how childish youre acting.

hometowns are for fucking quakers.
like my hometown.
filled with backstabbing people who is up eachother's assholes, in eachother's business 24/7.
talking about eachother non-stop.
definitley not compliments.

like you think it is.

go look in the mirror, and tell me if you can see in the past,
all the fun times we had, all the giggles and fights.

the playground.

our laughs have faded into trash.
so has all of our friendships.

hometowns; are for quakers.