2008
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine