I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Life shouldn't be all about money,
or who wears designer jeans...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
With your hand
reach out and...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
I'm born to die while you,
your free to live...
Walking down the alley i heard a baby cry
at first i smiled at the child's precious sound...
Nowadays we often complain
That Video Games corrupt our young...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
I just can't be bothered
sharing my feelings with the world...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...