To America
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed