My name means something. Figure it out yourself. |
A knife piercing sorrow's skin
Pills sliding down an innocent throat...
Women go right Men go left
Families are split...
She went to school with a sad little face
She was so glad to get away from that place...
I am a girl
Who was in a world...
Brainwashed into the evil
We pretend to be their friends...
If you try to forget
You'll always remeber...
I started running today
I decided to never stop...
Seasons change
The air grows cold...
We've gne through once,
And it didn't work out so well...
There's talk about a song,
A song about how wrong...
If Hellen Keller could see possibilities and hear oppritunities knocking at her door, then why can't people now? |
When I write, this is my soul's freedom. But instead of going off into some unknown world, it chooses to stay in my hand and extend into my fingers. When I stop writing, my soul's troubles vanish, and it goes back into me, waiting to be free again. |
Love is like a line in the sand. |