To America
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed