10/29/14
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you