My fist clenches,
and I realize I'm in the stage of anger...
I question myself, everyday
Wondering if it was the truth...
We don't trust them at all
Those who know lies begin to fall...
Eighteen years I have,
breathed fire upon lady beetles...
Grace me with your presence, oh Master
Grant me a smile, oh Lord...
I'm torn and beat
I've lost my breathe...
Breath in, breath out
Speak what's on your mind...
Wrath Is What They Call Me, Child.
Won't You Let Me Stay A While...
Today I cut myself
just to ease the pain...
X marks the spot
a synchronized plot...
Why have i been left alone? why did everyone else...
I cannot begin to explain why my world rains...
Rambling is just what i will do. tough. hard. no...