Theirs a train leaving tommorow its not waiting for you and neither am i im tired of feeling always in the wrong this is my last testemonie and i feel free

As we let music inspire our lives we should give back and help inspire that music

I dont know alls i know is im a screw up and everything seems to screw up around me i build walls and all they do is crumble i need a diffrent foundation

Never cast away somone close better keep and cherish rather then have them perish

Im lost...

Hero of my own humiliation

In darkness i lay
a beast besdie me snoring away
so gental so small i could easily cast him away
i look at him and smile
as he wakes up and wants to play

for you my izzy

I hate you
i hate life
i hate everyone

Rough Hands......always invariable ceaslessly contrasted

Dont tell me you know untill you read the lyrics......drowned it all in the music hiding from existance