To America
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
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”
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
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
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are