01/16/16
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart