This is part of my life. Who can answer the question hidden in the lines? 10/24/14
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
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
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
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
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…
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear