I was just thinking right now
Of the past, of when I was young...
Through the dark air, and foggy sky
a little boy sits and begins to cry...
Climbing the ladder; slowly
Attaching the rugged rope...
You know how fairy tales
Always turn out right...
Its raining, the sun wont shine
My tears, I still cannot hide...
&& I sat outside in th dark
thinkin bout my dad...
Not an empty coffin
But a hallowed face...
The lines and cuts, tell your story
Only the ones of hurt, none of glory...
I think about death,
Much more than any one person should...
I tried to fight, I tried so hard
You left me broken, battered and charred...
Thought for the day:
When I play rock/paper/scissors, I understand that...
Stress is building up xxx You gave me that rose
On my shoulders xxx Placed it on the floor...