10/12/15
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
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
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind