Holy JeansHoly JeansHoly Jeans by wiz2525
They sit in the back of your class
And all the cool kids laugh and laugh
And mock them in the halls
Their clothes just smell, full of holes
And are stained where they're not torn.
They never speak, or just lash out in their anger,
And sit alone in the cafeteria eating their only meal
For their lonely day.
These, the wounded, walk among you
Wishing that more than your friendship
For just one day
They could live in your home.
Current Residence: Wichita County, North Central Texas USA|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL
Print preference: Color?
Favourite genre of music: folk, rock, excellence
Favourite photographer: ansel adams
Operating System: Windows 7 Ultimate! 64bit. Oooh Yeah!
MP3 player of choice: NA
Shell of choice: conch
Wallpaper of choice: sticky
Skin of choice: healthy
Favourite cartoon character: Tazmanian Devil
Personal Quote: This place simply cannot be an accident