You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
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 am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
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