The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting. If you think you are capable enough To affect real change. And if you are, and Do not, you are no Man. And if None of us act, We are all ******.
she was never in love
and never will my hope was lost but i like her still
A warm Southern summer night
Dozens of cork bobbers Dancing the night away Speaking softly. Where has it gone A thought not one had. We were taught not to wonder. It's just life The way it has always been.
There is no need for noble graces, with you, I have none. Just one entreat, request and command: "Come."
'You' see me for what I truly am, behind this regalia of dignity and honour; hides a ****** man. Now come, and heed my command.
You know me, for what I am; and yet still, you accept this broken man.
is eating you alive yet you kept on feeding it, knowing how much it kills you maybe, you wanted to disappear too.
yes, i do.
You’ve infected that part of me
that cries when I’m alone Now my tears are iron chains that block me from the sun I feel none
I feel none