One sullen October morning
his feet lead him to the deserted fields...
She lays upon those fallen broken wings and yet...
To stop her pain she makes 3 more of her each...
This is not how you should see me this is not who...
these are just my feelings of sadness and despair...
I put on a smile
Act all day...
Im sorry for being
Sorry for taking part...
Tears I weep now.
Come from the soul...
Broken eyes look heavenwards
trying to find peace within a glass bed...
As you can see
I am perfectly fine...
The fire has taken what life I have built
I am given a choice but I am too sick with guilt...
My hearts telling me go
me heads saying wait...
I hate people I love freak shows
Dancing with freaks as the music flows...
I've thought,
realized a bit...