Give the emos shot guns, give the chavs black, give the goths a makeup remover an the rest a good smack

Dont label me

My mind runs thin now with all this pain

Your can’t brake the broken

The eyes aren’t weeping
Buts it’s the heart that is bleeding

My head is being held high and a smile on my face
If they see me happy then maybe they will leave me alone to cry
I am only happy on the out side as my inside starts to die

Even the Prettiest Rose has its thorns

Its my fault what else is there to say

Looking in your eyes as you tell me you love me and all i can relpy is i know beacsue i can no longer say i love you too

Death is apart of life so what are we doing if not living to die

I have seen this happen an i just laid down in trust my trust was broken i shall not lay down again