And lo and behold I saw the lady of the lake.
We talked, walked and of bread we did partake...
A few drinks of beer,few hits of weed and one...
By: Brittani...
We marched toward the Atlantic
We've blown these holes hollow...
Hey, where are you? we do not know,
We wish for you to put an end to our woe...
The locket of Elizabeth Pue was one of a very few,
Nobody knows what or how...
Why do you slit your wrist?
is it because of a broken heart...
Dreams are lies that never come true, I
should know. I wished my mom would move...
Her itching fingers on the trigger.
She wishes the gun was only bigger...
A winding path through your door
a cold breath not heard...
I walk in the middle of nowhere,
down the dark road...
I put my hands together an pray
So much going through my mind...
Behind these eyes
you'll see...