Green America,
Oh how we love you...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Does the mask hide one's face, or one's emotions?
Do we all just don masks and accept these stupid...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
Even if they were so close once,
Boys will never chose the one they actually love...
With your hand
reach out and...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
Same sound, same size,
marching with the same footsteps...
It doesn't matter what you say
if you want to criticize me...
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...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...