what I really did, what I did <br /> <br />Ok, it is just simple <br />like one, two, and three <br />ok, one, two, three <br />here we go <br />suckin thumb, oh yes <br />to feel the courage, to recreate my reality <br />very simple, like one, two, and three <br />what i really did <br />nothing <br />but copying shit <br />nothing is what i did <br />one, two, and three <br />here we go <br />they gave me a master piece <br />told me to study it <br />what I just did <br />I drew what I called my own master piece <br />but they came and <br />screamed in my ears <br />shit, shit, shit <br />good lord, they made me afraid to love what i just did <br />hell no, no way, stop doing your shit <br />no, no, no <br />oh, yes <br />so i keep ging them the copy shit <br />is what I just did <br />I suck my thumb <br />being numb <br />innocent <br />and guess what? They love what i just did <br />oh, they called it master piece <br />I suck my thumb, chew my fingertip <br />keep on feeding them shit <br />yes, master piece <br />one, two, and three <br />look at what i just did<br /><br />Beo Nguyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-really-did-what-i-did/
