Fame is the myth
Said by thise who claim
A call to their fame

Rewards are polished on the day
As a famous one grows
Viral songs and videos blow
Before every modern show

But as an artist goes away
So does their call to fame
People seem to forget the name
But never the fame

When we all see the day
That word of fame
It will come
Come to those who bring the change

Rocks and stones are thrown
Hurt me as they go
Not like any other one
Sinking down below

Throw them to me
Hurt me as the should

You don't see what what you did
Did you know

You Hurt me forever
But what do i care

Rocks broke me
Words Hurt me
Like a sting to the heart
But the silence that came
Hurt me long ago

DING **** DEATH
Another
And another
From day to night
People say...

DING **** DEATH
As the reaper comes to claim
You try and save the day
But all death does is take

Make it come closer
Make it year by year
Death is near

DING **** DEATH
But not as a bell
Burried you'll be
As death reaps

DING
****
DEATH

You don't know the dark like me
You don't know the moon
You say you know the stars
But what you know is a lie

The dark is my friend
Loud as your words
Quiet is his mouth

Stars shine brighter than your fire
Looks like you don't know
You love the sun
The moon loves me

In the dark is where im known
In the dark is where ill go
In the dark you don't know
What dark answers lie below

The dark is my home

1 to 10,
Shoot im counting again,
The moments we shared,
1 to 10,
I'm counting again.

It was like,
1,
2,
3,
And then you met me.

4 through 7,
You're my heaven,
I can't leave you.

8
9
10
You did it again

Blood stains your wrists
I call for help
But its too late

1...
You met me
2...
I helped you
3...
You used me
4...
I ran from you
5...
You saw me
6...
I held you
7...
I loved you
8...
You left me
9...
I needed you
10...
You killed me

But I won't say your name
Because it hurts my memory

Off you go,
Preschool,
Counting 123 abc,
Little one is learning.

Off you go,
Kindergarten,
Spelling matters,
Little one is learning.

Off you go,
First grade,
Stories of the people who i love,
Little one is learning.

Off you go,
Second grade,
Addition and subtraction is their game,
Little one is learning.

Off you go,
Third grade,
Multiply 9x9,
Little one is growing.

Off you go,
Fourth grade,
Online all the way,
Little one is growing.

Off you go,
Fifth grade,
Fun until the next day,
Little one has learned.

Off you go,
Middle schools fun,
So Off you go little one.

The waters no longer clear,
Red is the game,
Middle school killed them,
Little ones dream...

Woosh
The autumn wind plays it's game
Little leaves
Lots of fame
The cold air crisp at dawn.

Woosh
A little boy walks alone
His favorite toy
His little boat
A little leaf blows to him

Woosh
Goes the Autumn wind