10/12/15
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
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 sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
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
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide