To America
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
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
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces