ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

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

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed

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…