Poems from bweezy
I feel like I'm chasing paper rather than chasing dreams. That hard work isn't always the seed to money trees. A modern dollar is worth no...
O beautiful for spacious skies
A single mother struggles
and at night she cries
For amber waves of grain
i feel myself going insane...
I didn't choose to be popular
I used to get teased and emotionally scarred
Kids would make fun of me and call me retard
Call me faggot,...
Beautiful sunshine
I do not want rain
Beautiful sunshine
You rid me of pain
Those stormy days
Those stormy nights
Oh...
Good Days Will Come
I see you hiding
Come out and show the world who you are
You are better than this
Good Days Will Come...