That twinkle in her eye
isn't really a twinkle...
The cold hands of fate are seeking...
they're hunting you...
Monotonous bodies meander on
Draped in black Armani business attire...
Morbid thoughts and horrid dreams.
Echoing all the while, my silent screams...
The sun shines its beautiful rays,
Dreamers live their glory days...
Playground school bell rings,
Just as she crashes down...
I don't want to be this way.
Feeling all this hate and anger towards the world...
Some people just don't understand
whats the point in all this bull shit...
It started with a virgin red rose,
in the beginning of spring...
My life is misery
So many things wrong with me...
I once met a man who I've never seen,
But this man was ever so fond of me...
I have made this my own
My hands have created...