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

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

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

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

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…

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

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i

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”

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