03/04/15
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing