you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
