I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Whatever sorrows we face,
Whatever heartache may come...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
I watch her sit and watch the moon blossom
and the skies change color...
With your hand
reach out and...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
Through the perception of life
we stand and decide...
The pressure guides me south
i crumble underneath it...
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...
Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...