11/12/17
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have