War and death
drugs and meth...
I will always try my best
To be true to who I am...
Tick- tock
time flies by...
Thinking about the past
you remember good times...
I don't have anything to vent
nothing to get rid of...
This one's for the rapists,
the molesters and abusers...
November, December, January, February then March...
Time can't not repeat its self but you can try to...
you can try to get people to exept your apolgys...
Serenity is sold
in small plastic bottles...
Dance with me forever.
Don't make me stop...
Your big wrist
hitting at me...
I feel like I'm trapped
Back off...