the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

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

Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected

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

There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her

stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past