You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword

they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

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

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

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

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

eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may