fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing

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

my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up

i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear