03/12/15
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
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…
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?