| | Time moves slowly as we pass by the ancient but mordern days of our lives.. passing the statues of dead old people... never knowing whether he is watching whether he cares... such things dont really stir the thoughts of my incomplete and hollow mind... cynical... mmmm.... so you can try to take them down beat the to the ground but they will see u screaming in the depths of your lonely mind... My hate cannot be found for the world i live in isnt yours to be in...theres always a time to dicriminate, hate every motherfucker thats in ur way... old fashion fachism has to take it away.. everything has formed to pieces, young and hostile but not stupid, we need guidence we've been mislead, corporate leaders policticians kids cant voted adults elect them, signs that caution 16's unsafe, we never wanted to be abused we never give up its no use, if we're fucked up ur to blame...drown us with rules of caution, teenage rules they're fucked and boring... no point asking where i am, whats i'm doing or where i'm going... when ure sad when ure lonely no one else can help u but me, i dont care if the world hates me if u hate me if he hates me....i'm never easy, i might seem so, its hard to show i dont care cause i do...its not about me anymore, its all about u... Its been awhile since i've gone and fucked things up just like i always do, but all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you... today i'm dirty i want to be pretty, tommorow i'm just dirt...we're dead and we know just who we are... some children died the other day, we fed machines and then we prayed..we are the nobodies and we wanna be somebody's....the dead would know just who we are... all the times that i felt like this wont end, its for u, and i would taste soemthing i could not have, was from you... I'm not sorry i met you.... |
| | Posted 3/23/2008 6:01 PM - 36 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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