09/09/14
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart