My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay His hand is strong but my face will survive That pain is one of a kind My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay My mother has given up on him My brother has but a look of grim My father never fails to hit my face; I can’t help but to just stay I rest my soul, with tears in my eye Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to die
Shia Labeouf, why do you have to be so rough? Why do you have to be whispering in my ear that will only lead others to a tear. Why do you have to be in my head? that will only leave others dead.. "JUST DO IT" He said, one last time as I pushed the button that would only lead to destruction. "ALLAHU AKBAR" I said, as I would have a snackbar with the dead.
Old new New old Toss out old clothes New clothes I need clothes Swag out My old clothes I wear these Old clothes Precede My new clothes I need money For a Brand new wardrobe
Split open, promptly, summer's shine and early morning frost. Spilling, gleaming, buzz of bees, the smell of your hands. Stitches, life, eyes that change color in the daytime, the sound of rain.
The sun is setting The light on my skin feels good The tingle on my skin is unique The feeling is indescribable The dark is coming The faces are appearing The laughs are getting louder The names there calling me The flame is ignites The flesh is burning The pain is stinging The reality is so strong The alarm is going off The body awakes The mind alert The dream is gone The happiness is back
The sun is shining But why am I sad The birds are singing But I am crying The flowers are beautiful But I am hideous The stream is flowing But the stream is warm The berries are red But the red wont stop The vultures are flying But I am de
