10/12/15
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
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
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 advice for any body young or old keep your heart
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…
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for