There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me