10/09/13
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
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 tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say