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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine