GhostHold your grace Let memorys taunt We all grow grey Fear is a lottery The seed of light Pass through skin Holyness appeals Secret angel choir Decieved friendships Path to shallow ends Take me hand Fly Await your judgement.Ghost
The Blame is on the BoysShe paid the good guyThe Blame is on the Boys
To take the blame Then she ran away To seek out the fame
She wanted a piece All for herself She packed her bags Left the rest on the shelf.
She paid the taxi man To drive her to New York That’s where she met
The boy with the Mohawk.
She just couldn’t see This love wasn’t real His feeling weren’t true It was just a stupid deal.
The boy’d been paid Needed money for drugs He was one of many Of a group of New York thugs.
It didn’t take her long To fit the puzzle to
UntitledI made up this song, But I wrote it down wrong, the attempt didn't last long, I guess it didn't belong.Untitled
About the early morning sun, And a place where I could run. Buckets by the ton, Of innocent teenage fun.
In the air flutters a kite, Illuminated by the light. Everything is right, There's no time for fright.
So join us over here, Grab yourself a beer. And there's no need for fear, We swear we won't jeer.
At the stupid grin on your face, And the speed of your pace. Monsters gone without a trace, Even s
Home Sweet HomeHome Sweet Home, The Phrase repeated in his head. He looked around this silent tomb, He was as good as dead.Home Sweet Home
Still Hanging On, To the ghosts of his past. Were they shadows of his future? That thought didn’t last.
Silent Tears Falling, Remembering what used to be. Wrists raw from the rope, What he’d give to be free.
Voices won’t stop, He feels as if he’s fading away. He can’t take it anymore,
Is this the last place that he’ll lay?
Give It Up, He tells himself as he cries. I’ll never seem them again, The
How Depressing. |:
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my new account is ~gayagainstyou
Kettle.
Y'see. I think all these things out clearly before I post them.
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