Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own