To America
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
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have