09/29/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with