Everyone thinks i have the
Perfect little life...

I know I've done wrong
i know Ive done bad...

Why do i feel this way?
all the stress is going away...

Each day i go around
Everyone seems to think i have a tear less heart...

Each day i go around
Pretending to be something I'm not...

Wind,
Engulf me...

Look at me,
I'm so torn...

Yes I'm young,
Yes i shouldn't care...

The taste of the rusty bitter blood,
And the fire running through my veins...

No I'm not complaining.
I'm not trying to whine...

Sometimes I wonder. Maybe the reason we don't fine...
Experiences that make us...Us. And the way we...

Life isn't easy... we have to fight for what we...
-supposed to be quote but it was too long...