She wears glasses, looking so pretty with her blue...
Green America,
Oh how we love you...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
On the last day I admit I cried,
A little piece of my life had died...
With your hand
reach out and...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
To stab, to shoot
to punch, to kick...
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...
So many people spend what they
don't have. putting themselves...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...