Ello people.. All the stuff on here is majorly depressin, Im a happy person now lol.. Ill get some new stuff up soon, stuff about getting stoned round a campfire & other cheery things :) |
On the day you went away,
Goodbye was all I had to say...
I thought this knife in my hand
Would make me feel sane...
The dead have nothing to lose,
They have nothing to gain...
This will not be a rhyming poem,
It may not be a poem at all...
You can't hurt me any more,
I'm rid of you, I'm free...
He was just a normal boy,
Did his homework, saw his friends...
Right.. I got told to write a song for my Friend's...
Bleed for me...
This will not be a rhyming poem,
It may not be a poem at all...
All the time I sat
With my head in my hands...
I see through your lies |
Love isn't pain when he's not there - Love is counting down the minutes until you see him next. |
The moment she stops struggling when you beat her is the moment she stops loving you.. |