When the sun comes down
When the rain wash away
All the hopes I can bring
To another day, another day

When your trees start to sway
And the wind makes them move

I can tell that
You don't know

i dont like cocky people.
i just met one today. really pissed, i was.

you think you're the best there.
you acted like as if you're the prettiest.
you looked over to see if we were looking while you were initially trying out your freestyle. dont think that i didnt notice your fugly eyes looking over with the arrogant expression in them.

i knew something was gonna happen.
the way you groove to the music, is totally attention-seeking.
it's SO OBVIOUS you want everyone's attention.
your moves are so clubbing-like. mundane.
almost like, parapara. HA.

the other crew cheered for you and all.
it was all so funny, why?
you became more cocky after that.
people like you should burn in hell.

BYE.