05/15/15
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own