(2015)
Why does everyone want to fight? Why can’t you just leave me at res… I have been trying hard to make it… But my temper has gotten the best. So if you really do want to fight…
Sometimes I wonder what we are When you come up and press your li… I wonder if we’re lovers or friend… No, I know what we are. We’re more than that.
centerI remember that nightmare, t… The one with the man whom I knew. I remember hearing you As I was terrified, dreading what… Seeing it all before, feeling it,…
Ugh this feeling is killing me. This want to be with him, just be… I want to go I really do. But if I do what if they knew? What if she awakes and finds I’m…
There is connection between us You water and I fire We work a string of mastery Intertwining yet bad for one anoth… When mixed you may win
I lost him. No, he’s not gone, he can’t be. He was just here. I just talked to him... “You’re lying,” I say through a m…
center My world spins, never ending. I feel like I just might die As I fall and smack my head On the cold cement floors.
A press to the pedal and you’ll he… Deep, Powerful, Intimidating. With a shell of flawless cherry, 'TRANSAM’ stamped across my for… There is no stopping me.
Stand by my side as I close my ey… My heart growing weaker with every… And I am encompassed by a deep pa… Nerves jumping and stabbing at me Screaming my own name asking for h…
centerIt angers me how a boy Can only think of what he wants. To get in her pants, right? I bet I can anger you By telling you what I want.
Taking the days one by one Trying to figure where the anger’s… I hate me and you and all around Yet we’re all my favorite sound. As depression kicks in my situatio…
Sweat rolls down the back of my ne… The gun is risen into the air, fla… I get into place, 3rd line from th… Arm pumped slightly, knee raised l… *BAM*
The angels sing a song of sweet so… Knowing I won’t make it tomorrow. For my days are numbered, my story… I am not of use as I am much too… So listen now and hear the words t…
The terror encompasses me as I ri… Sheets following me in a trail on… I stop only when I get to the cor… Trying to bury myself in the white… I look around as my breathing slow…
center Let them be as flowers always watered, fed, guarded, admi… but harnessed to a pot of dirt. I’d rather be a tall, ugly weed,