ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

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

I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a