Tra ra la.
Tra ra la...
By Bee
Blood pumps...
Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been...
Therere some things we cant seem to forget,
Therere some things well remember...
As i lay bashed to the floor
trying to get up and reach to the door...
For years to come,
I'll pray to God...
Trapped within my past, twisted metaphors.
Haunted by the horrid memories, painted black...
Looking up at the sky
Watching strangers pass by...
A Normal Day Of Class
We Turned On The News...
If you know who you are
Then your doing all right...
Let the sun, brighten up your life
Let the rain, destroy your fears...
It always seems as if
Everyone, everywhere...