I was just thinking right now
Of the past, of when I was young...

Through the dark air, and foggy sky
a little boy sits and begins to cry...

Climbing the ladder; slowly
Attaching the rugged rope...

You know how fairy tales
Always turn out right...

Its raining, the sun wont shine
My tears, I still cannot hide...

&& I sat outside in th dark
thinkin bout my dad...

Not an empty coffin
But a hallowed face...

The lines and cuts, tell your story
Only the ones of hurt, none of glory...

I think about death,
Much more than any one person should...

I tried to fight, I tried so hard
You left me broken, battered and charred...

Thought for the day:
When I play rock/paper/scissors, I understand that...

Stress is building up xxx You gave me that rose
On my shoulders xxx Placed it on the floor...