The angel of darkness sores above me
Like a cloud that never goes away...
I love you so much it hurts
it makes me want to play in the dirt...
The night you came to my door
i ran and opened it...
Loving u is not that hard
it is easier than opening a jar...
I trusted you with a confession
but I never heard you respond...
I don't like the way you treat me
like i am only sixteen...
A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...
Even though we know this is a great place
Not everything we love can exist...
Friends moving away
boy moving closer...
I am sitting here my thoughts a wander
wishing i could hear the thunder...
The rose that was left has never stopped bleeding
is it because you are wounded inside...
This is how i feel
it is so real...