I can hear the pressure i can see the pain i can smell the blood as it trickles down the drain its night

Bubbie can you hear me? my screams because of you oh my brother don’t you see the hell you put me through do you feel the tears

it has been 12 days in your absenc… but what is a day anyways? 24 hours, broken up into minutes and second

In the dark I listen to hear you close the door In the dark I search for your footsteps on the floor in the dark I cry

such a delicate flower she’s the one in the sun she thinks the worst of herself but this girl oh this one

I’m just a gypsy spirit i’m just a shooting star i’m a shot in the dark i’m the final kill learn to take the gamble

it’s like everyone is ok and they’ve moved on without me and they’re not suffering but I’m stuck here in a rut and I can’t move and I can’t cry and I can’t smile and it just sucks becau...

And i write these poems in your na… in your presence, in your grace so just walk on, and pass me by,

It was a month of learning Through trial and tribulation It was a month of question And wonder, and stimulation It was a month, on the calender

i look into your eyes im a better me i get those butterflies inside youre all i see