Your sister i had all my life
you know everything about me...
She's the smell of the redolence.
When it's spreed in the air...
**** My mom wrote this for me, I didnt write it...
My little girl...
He yells, he screams
the image haunts my dreams...
Hearing hisses of those silent killers
that dwell in grass in my lungs...
Funny days and crazy nights, talkin' about boys...
Through think and thin, always true...
The sharp pain in my chest,
lets me know that I'm dead...
Thats it I just cant take it anymore
I can stand by and watch another family argument...
I cannot stand to be around u
i cannot stand to hear your voice...
Jolly little boy
Astounding good looks...
The tears fall
You're no mother at all...
Living with a stranger is something I would hate...
BUt i am living with a stranger they don't know me...