bleeding to death, why can?t I stop. As I grew older, I grew angry. I got memoirs filled of shitty stories. Now sometimes I don?t know myself. If this is
light we will never see You need me more than I need you. I wish that was true, I wish that was true. Faith is humanities answer for the fear they
Those heavy thoughts I let linger when the sun goes down. I don?t need this shit anymore. I can finally see it?s over my desire to hold on to old pictures
this is the price that you pay for glory. Or maybe a since of fulfillment very few can appreciate the silence. The cold calm when nothing is left standing
confidence to tell you I can?t be what you need I can?t always be the skin that you wear When you are cold at night When no one else is there to make
a class of people their god forgot. For the ingrates who never knew the pain of callous hands for the bottom feeder waiting for their hand out. This is
were right about maybe you were right about me. Some good things aren?t meant to be Nothing is meant for me There is no fairy tale ending There is no
the real thing, next time it will be the real thing, condition ourselves to think there is a real thing. The excitement is shared as the feeling is mutual. The attraction is
's pretty funny now. You've always been more comfortable between cement walls, just inches from hell. The isolation made you see in black and white. See the world as a truly empty
the excuses I give this nothing more then these two words Fuck it How cliche this all sounds. This was made for the individual but is ruined by the
