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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts