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Andrew molder Aug 2016
Foot on the gas
Life is crazy life is fast
Stay true you make it threw
Conquer your fears
It ok to shed some tears
Andrew molder Aug 2016
Starlight i never knew  
Moonlight shines upon me
Sunlight doesn't bloom  
Black roses all around me
Andrew molder Aug 2016
He prays to lord
There's no lord above
Only the devil looking down
He lost lost his soul
Where is he post to go
If he broke his compass down That road
He's trying to find his faith
But he lost his hope
The black rose replaced his heart
Eyes burning fire
But his veins ice cold
Andrew molder Aug 2016
Starting rumors to your friends what you didn't think was normal
Then your friends mix up the words to there friends
There friends add some words what you didn't say
By the end of the week the whole city infested with the plague
Because One person wasn't normal
walking around holding a conversation with no one around look down at the pavement wearing winter clothing in 100 degree weather.
All the stigma in the air making me nausea
Come take a walk with me just for one day
Might change the way you think before you start whispering those evil things to your friends what you didn't think was normal
Andrew molder Aug 2016
Just want  to release my pain that I held inside so long

I can't take it anymore
Im Tired of these pills just to balance out the  high and lowes,

Struggling threw life to find your meaning
Running away from your fears
I know that feeling

Drinking, smoking, popping pills, *******, just to ease the demons

Your Walking down a path that you dont walk down
If you keep on going sooner or later you be
passing your tombstone.

Tears finally start to fall
Then black  raven flying over drops a Fire rose
A Dove flys Over drops a white rose

Now you decided what rose you want to go.
Andrew molder Aug 2016
balmy night
A Car starts
Reveling Starlight's.
Crickets nor whisper
While tangled tree branches
Dancing in a harmony.
Rising over the crescent
Far and near
Begins a choir.
Andrew molder Aug 2016
That little boy sits all alone
On that same bench way to long
While they walk hands intertwine
All they do is judge
They have no clue
What he goes threw his mind
Popping pills
Just to make it to tomorrow
Talk to someone
When Music screaming suicide
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