To America
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not