I want to tell you more

I am not happy that I make it

to home , But I still want to tell you

I want to tell your more

I am not happy that I made it

through these Nights , But wait here

I want to tell you more

I've lost the count of Days

My Calender is Turnin' Red

Only thing that keep warm

are these cigarettes Mark on

My face .

hey, I can hear your slow pace

But , I would follow you

I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more

Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

I am Sorry that we made it through
I am Sorry that you had to suffer
                
through it all

I am Sorry that we made it through

Nothing has changed

Nothing has Changed

Now

We don't even

Have ****** time

to die

I am Sorry that we made it through

I am Sorry that I made you Do

Keepin' it Hide through it all

Keepin' it Hide through it all

But I still want to

I want to tell you more

I want to tell you more

If I could go back

To all thoes years

That Now gone

I would not waste minute

I would cut my wrist Wide open

I wanted to watch you Die

I have hated you all my life

No matter where

you go I am in your ears

I am tired of your Red eyes

and your skinny body

I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more

AhAhAhAhAhAhAh

I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that we made it through

I Don't miss you
I Don't miss you
We Don't miss you at all

Father Rather beat you Down

Than listen to your sound

Father Rather beat you Down

Than Listen to your sound

Mother have Gone to Sky

Come on

beat me harder , may I see her once

My Blood Run Dry

Mother Have Gone to Sky

Come on

Beat me harder , may I see her once

My Blood Run Dry

I am tired of Crying

And I am Done , Dying

I am Tired of Crying

And I am Done , Dying

Are you Still There?

What Makes you Stay?

Early Morning Fog

Did you know

I am as lost as you are

Early Morning Fog

Did you Know

I am as Lost as you are

There's

No Grave of mine

Ashes  

blowin in the wind

There's

No Grave of mine

Ashes

blowin in the wind

I want to tell you more

I want to tell you more

I want to tell you more

Ahahaahahah

I am Sorry That I made it Through
I am Sorry that I made it Through
I am Sorry that We made it through

How  Would you write your Last poem

Tears Pouring Down

Tingling Fingers on White Wracked

Window



How  Would you write your Last poem

Tears Pouring Down

Tingling Fingers on White Wracked

Window


I want to tell you more
I want to look straight in your eyes

when Would it end?

when Would it end?


when Would it end?