Green America,
Oh how we love you...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
YOU CAN SAY THiNGS
ABOUT ME AS YOU PLEASE...
Betrayal is alive no matter how I try to kill this...
Not giving me a chance to breathe or even dance, I...
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...
Paradise city is a special,
special place were you can run to...
Work.
That's not good enough...
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...