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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
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 probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
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
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring