If I were a parent
I would be true
I woudln't hurt my children
As my parents do.

Talking is just a waste of breathe, and living is just a waste of death.

All alone, turns to stone.
Holding his breath, half to death.

I know not the name of this evil, but soon it shall be my own.

My living just means that others will be condemed to hell.

I live a life none could survive. Not becaise they dont want to, but because they cant.

Lost in a sea of faces, waiting for you to notice me.

I'm clueless at being smart,
But smart at being clueless!!!

If people could learn to love themselves, we would all be different than now

Shadows hide the heart in this time of life.