10/09/13
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
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
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know