The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Take care of your appearance, earn money.

You might think that money doesn't matter,
But I care about you,
And if having money is a requirement to be with you and your afterlife,
So it does matter, for me nothing matters but you.

I don't know how many verses I have to make,
I just know that the more the better,
Although the less you know the better, Like the less you know the more you work.

Drink of Fanta strawberry flavor,
Spicy takis sitting in the stands,
Cherry pink flavor and color,
Don't worry for me, you are not even caring for me anyways, in the end I know the pounds or lands that a man has, they don't matter.

So don't be bothered about me, but, who am I talking with? If you're not even listening.

I'll be worried,
I'll be ashamed,
I'm not,
You don't.

I just express my feelings,
To forget my mess,
To lose myself in dreamings,
The worst liers are inside the truths houses, (miss you).