Greedy, selfish meI want to be a writer,I want to be a singer,I want to hit acid, any time I want.I want to be a lover,I want to be a carer,I want to feel your skin, any time I want.I want to be a wanderer,I want to be a rogue,I want to go wherever, any time I want.I want to be a bug,I want to be a moth,I want to reach the light, any time I want.
What it meansLove means living for another living thingLiving means willing to dieDying means letting the world live onThe world means me you and the starsIt means the hills and the trees and the breeze through the leavesIt means even the smallest of lives and the smallest of actionsIt means that we are part of it and it part of usTo live is to die is to love is to cry is to grow is to rise
Upon the heavensThe stars upon the heavens that outlines your face,lone am I gazing from this cold chilly place,the embrace to have longed and that touch of your smile,strong were those things but it lasted a while,the wind blows softly along the feathers I lay,where your wings lay deep folded, how you swept me away,the softness of love, so delicate and frail,I dip in my head, oh Love, how could I fail..
Love hurtsLove HurtsHow can i hurt so much because I can't have you, when you were never mine to have.How can i want you when you belong to some one else.With each breath I take I seem to love you more. With each passing day i wish for the impossible. Yet while my heart was freely given to you, i hold onto spirit, but then again you posses that to.
It's OkayIt's Okay To Cry...You look around, day in day out There is always pain, without a doubtPeople fight and die everyday Children, bloody and bruised, never playParents hooked on drugs and fights Reminded all day about the hurtful nightsWords are thrown, fists are swung Loved ones die when they're way too youngBlood and tears, they're too well known The things we learn, the things we're shownSome give up and some move on The joy was here but now is goneHow did it come to start? When will it finally end? Physical cuts heal, but emotional ones never mend So next time you see hurt in someone's eye Don't forget to rem
Scars ScarsHave you ever wondered about what shit plays on your mind?and with the choices you make,thinking they're the right ones,but others know you're blindand people know im such a bitchfor playing games with people who dont deserve itscars tell stories that words cant.
Suicide, I..........Suicide, I CrySuicide I cry with bloody tears.Suicide I cry with all my fears.Suicide I cry in heart-ache and pain.Suicide I cry while living in vain.Suicide I cry with a torn soul.Suicide I cry to once again be made whole.Suicide I cry with cold weary eyes.Suicide I cry in the mist of all these lies.Suicide I cry and hold myself tight.Suicide I cry all through the night.