It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices

I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with

Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong

i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your

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

what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that

the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected

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