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I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
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
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed