Feel it in my bosom
Deep interred in my chest...
Looking at that girl
crying so silently...
I can see a place
In your eyes...
I wanna tell a story
a story with some twists...
Hey!
Your probably wondering way I wrote this to you...
The roses are dead, the violets are wilted
The lemons are sour, and so is my friend...
DARLING I'M DEAD
I WAS SHOT THROUGH THE HEAD...
Her parents didn't realized what she did.
her friends didn't hear the silent screams...
She cut through her skin
Straight to the bone...
Wrapping my neck with a noose,
Hanging myself till my feet kick...
As a child
I always prayed...
As I sit here
I see millions of soldiers...