A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
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 got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
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
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a