There's a black straind of hair
That keeps me from despair...
I lay in my bed and put on my head phones
The ipod music pumps in my ear...
We all look at life
At a different point of view...
Words written upon paper
unknown talent never found...
Malnourished bones
Swollen tummies...
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee...
I know how life can get so dark
There seems to be no light to find your way...
It creeps up on you like a bedtime story in the...
Don't Tell me to grow up
Don't tell me to move on...
Rest now my fallen brother
Lay soft your suffering back...
Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl...
I am not a perfect person
I don't say thank you every time I should...