If I was a crayon, I'd be white.
So I'd never be used or broken

Forget the risk
Take the fall
If it's what you want
Than it's worth it all

Life is like an hour glass
Sooner or later everything hits the bottom
You just have to wait for someone to turn it around

Drama doesn't follow me...
It rides on my back

READ MY POEM:
COMMON STEREOTYPES

Trust me, it's gonna make you think

Sweet heart, what's wrong?
Even your smile is sad

This place is a bloodbath
I won't be taken alive
We stand alone
Under fictitious skies

I was always insane
But your the one that needs help

I cut the throat of betrayal to watch him bleed

You were my compass
Leading me to no where fast
Promises were lonely roads
I followed you down like a map