04/22/14
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing