A/n: Ya see, I was bored, so I thought about writing a poem, in a diff way,
and ya, I got this idea, by goin to radio, and switchin stations, writin
down whut I hear, switchin and switchin.

What I hear on the Radio

Hope dangles on a string
To this yellow sky
Though I try to hide it
It must have been so bad
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Never made it as a wise man
I told her to get in the car
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the day goes by
Say to my friend
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world
Such a thin little target
But I really hate her
When you only got a hundred years to live
The way that I love you
Unspoken Passion