CookieandCreamie

Every rose has its thorns Every truth has a lie Every heart has a tear And every smile Has some tears Flowing down its sides

I remember I used to think, I was so mature for saying advanced colors like rose pink, Back then, every hurtful thing, Like "idiot",was treated like a sin I would hop across the couch, Playing the best games of floor is lava, And pretend to be burnt while laughing out, "Ouch!" I tried to balance the light between the off and on, Thinking I was the world's greatest genius, and a better one was yet to spawn I closed the fridge slowly, just to see when the lights turn off God, we were so innocent, what have we done wrong? We grew up into rebels, Disobeying our dearly parents, We thought we were so "cool" and lied just to be liked by others,