Where is the song, once sung?
Where is the safety in which we lived...
What can I say about me
Something you can’t see...
Bloody bruises are created upon young skin...
a fragile little girl slices into her flesh for...
It bothers me when a curious child
can’t get a book without risking danger...
Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...
One look at you and I can tell
Your just another conformist s**t...
As I was driving home tonight,
I noticed a group of kids around the age of...
A drop in a bucket cannot create a flood,
Nor can it refresh the dehydration...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...
Food is like a poison to me,
making me get so fat...
Streets of Imagination
My castle is this cardboard box...
As the year ends,
and we try to start a new...