The Samsara - Tied in forgiveness

Broken mirrors make me forget.
It's fun to swear.
I swear I'm unarmed.
Just got a knife.

I'm tired of losing and winning.
I need a little empathy.
My case is stained with red ink.
Missing pencil.

The smell of a CD is addictive.
Even more when it is new.
I can not take it with me.
Why did my mother know many words.

Kicked and tore my notebook.
I could not do anything.
Blue plates and yellow spoons
Oh yeah, I guess that makes me smile.

Professor, if you continue like this,
Should I violate her hymen.
It's better than your best behavior.
Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

My colleague conversation with my friend.
Brother, I'm left out.
Something attracted me.
But I can not see it every night.