Tom wrote this n i thought that it should be...
So now little man, you\'re tired of grass...
You want lovers that don't leave
and money to buy the things...
Dieing Screams, Painful tears
Broken Heart, losing us is fear...
These tears of pure hatred
Burning holes into my cheeks...
Born of darkness and hatred
made up of the blood and tears...
I fear
my friends will kill themselves...
Screaming for help
I am running out of air...
It was a sunny day in the yard,
when a boy came over from afar...
How could you be so stupid?
Could you not tell he didn't really...
Kiss me once
but hit me twice...
.my twisted body is out of place.
.cannot win this unbeaten pace...
.enthusiastic about the boredom.
.weakness is present in the strength...