One box to hold a year or two
Two trucks to carry my memories
three loads of stuff we have to sell
I'm packing up my childhood but
Its not by my own free will.

Four ways I try to handle my pain
Five days used to torture me
Six different moments I want to die
I shut the door to my happy home
"I'm sorry goodbye"

Seven days made this week
Eight years you lived a different life
Nine times out of ten you did what was right
They always blamed you because of your past
If only they too could see the light?

For ten years you were a different man.
They were united against you yet still alone they stand.

I can speak of many things
Such as love and hate
But right now those sounds
I can not make
So here they are
Those meaningful words
When I think of you
I think of the hummingbirds
How they judge
Not by the past
And not as long as a summer may last
But always and forever
They would come
And so this is the memory
They have become
I remember the times
When I was still young
Your house was one
Of adventure and fun
For I was happy
In those few years
But right now
I must throw away  the tears
Crying is selfish
Please let me explain
This world is a
Life a death game
I’ve had you so long
Like an overdue book
I’ve kept you these years
Not taking one look
It’s time for a return
To an angel of mine
Yes she’s been waiting a real long time
She has been a reason for hope
A shield from my fears
I’ve kept her heart broken
All of these years
I’ve seen you cry
For this world’s evil ways
I know you have suffered
Through so many of your days
Life and Death
Both have their pains
It hurt to see you suffer
Like a desert
Without rain
I cannot speak  a sound anymore
But  memories
I have always to adore

Looking out from the in I see nothing
Darkness shrouds my eyes while others see
Why should I see pain as something
It’s never occurred to me
Though I’m cared for and shrouded from all pain
Someday a time will come when this no longer seems sane
Why should I be so cruel to those who need me the most
The more I do this so, my love becomes a ghost
It haunts me now outside my heart, as if…
…waiting for a war to start
A war between my heart and mind
This war I try to conceal inside
Are the lessons I’m taught really wrong
Have I sung a liars song
I need to see in from the out
See the other side of my shroud

Fair is a word outside of reality
It is like a lion having pity
Pity for its prey that it kills every night
A lion knows no wrong a lion knows no right
Fair is the same in many ways
And still will be for many, many days
Equality is fake fair is untrue
For every times a good happens a wrong happens too
A family receives help after many painful years
The same words that cause this give others
Reasons for fears
Fear for their home fear of future suffer
So whats fair for one is unfair for the other

If the Devil had a friend,
Who would it be?
Would it be you or
        would it be me?
You played with a top,
but you left it there spinning.
My mother's darkest hour
         became my beginning.
You abused her, ***** her,
and used for game.
Now because of you
         I'm the embodiment of shame.
A man has a job
to do what is right
but you'd rather crush souls
          and play as you'd like.
So I ask again, If the Devil had a friend,
who would it be?
Would it be you?
           Because I refuse for it to be me.
There's a thin line between right and wrong,
And now Nineteen years have gone.
I've cried and been angry
           but it all left me empty.  
A child can not pay
for the sins of the father
so I refuse to feel shame
            for what you did to my mother.
If the Devil had a friend.
Who would it be?
Would it be you?
Or would it be me?