If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
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
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
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
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with