Long road of roses.....
some black... others gray...
I see you every were i go
it's so very hard to look at those baby blue eyes...
I see you every were i go
it's so very hard to look at those baby blue eyes...
Its hard to say how i feel cause at this point in...
The cuts on my wrist from tonight,
proves to the world it isn't delight...
Upon torn paths of thoughts to tread,
of memories past ~ once long dead...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
You cant see it,
But I'm dying...
They call me a sinner,
you call me a saint...
Standing on the top of the world at first
But then I tumble, and stumble down the hill...
These voices in my head are screaming.
I listen and nothing seems more calming...
As two trains pass in the night I caught a face in...
it was mine going both ways a silhouette was...