I can drink the same water
But not from the same place...
Angels Eyes
She presses that mask...
A Daughter Has Come Home
By Mark Spencer...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...
The beats so alive
Her mind found no rest...
I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...
Why do you label me?
Why do you call me a gothic freak...
Bumping, pushing,
trying to make it through...
Damn the world.
The world is doomed...
The stars tell a story
Of times left forgotten...