I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life