The world threw me under its trash.
Abandoned and forgotten first...

You hold it between your fingers,
You can't live with it and you can't live without...

Buried six feet under,
As I watch you walk over me...

Its not something you can get rid of with a blade.
Your heart dies slowly, and you get weaker from...

How far must I go?
To sit with an other soul...

"I'm you're father...
I love you no matter what.&quot...

You can seek refuge under me.
I'll be your tree...

Three words they will speak, when he and she meet.
Never felt so weak, head down to their feet...

December is here. Still, snow no where near.
I'd feel winters' breeze; I'd feel my heart...

He stared at the boy.
The boy was sad, or thats the story that his eyes...

It's the most pathetic piece of writing... i know...
But i posted it anyways. Enjoy puking...

I am the one who stands guard behind your back.
I am the one who smiles, even when my world seems...