Mom’s are supposed to clean your cuts when...
Mom’s are supposed to protect you...
A box of dreams,
Just for me...
Young and sweet and very confused
all her life mistreated and abused...
I often sit and wonder why god sent her to me..
i am so, not perfect, not the man that i need to...
In this place,
Where time holds still...
By bee
let the sun warm you...
Was my destiny decided,
from the moment that time began...
Life is like a dream,
a dream thats ment to be seen...
Life changes every day,
like the changes that have end today...
Instead of guns we fight with words
instead of broken bones we've broken hearts...
I dont need you i can take care of myself,
my life revolves around my wealth...
The sleepless nights,
The dwelling thoughts...