together afraid,
Brings the demons today
If tomorrow has came
We be resting in shame

Never afraid
That’s how the demons are dead
Tomorrow has come
Now that It seems we had won

Always afraid
That there is never a plan
Future is here
Burn back the demons land

Ones mind may never be understood by those who want answers. Many are fascinated by those who they don’t understand.

Deep in the mind of the misunderstood can be grueling but yet pleasing. Can’t predict them at all. Extreme, unique, flamboyant or anything as it seems.

Why seek the answers for what you don’t know?  Answers can be deadly as it has been shown. Remember you are never alone.

I can’t think
Marietta wine
Ran over a killer

Now the town has to deal

Love to drink
Marietta wine

Halloween night we had silence
Killer dead, killer dead, killer dead
Now hear them drummin, hear them coming, yelling, laughter, disaster, sigh

Marietta wine

France, big apple tini’s and in New York
Don’t **** the killer
Filters of silence of sort
Happier they were and doing fine

Marietta wine

Now I have to face the real

Drum drum drum bang bang bang
Screams, yells, yells, screams yells

Woke up crying
I didn’t even know why
You had been gone
Feelings hit and they’re  wrong

Miss who you were
Or who you said you were

Goodbye to those days that you cherish
Sadden by the way it all happened
Listeners never follow and talkers
Always swallow

Dreamed about my favorite flip flops
They were jelly and sparkly with gold
Then I lost them
All of a sudden glass shattered everywhere
Picking pieces of glass out of me
All there at the big humongous thrift store
Looking for a refrigerator
But one was gross
Still looking everywhere for my jelly’s
Then some how ended up in a inside
Water slide park
Did get stuck and under water
Where where were my jelly’s

I was bored
I self entertain myself

I didn’t need you

Now life has changed
You really became strange

I never listen and over talk

You are hiding truths
Can’t be honest with me or you

I am bored like I was in the beginning
Now I really don’t listen
Like how you said before

I don’t know how to write it
So many great times you know
It’s where you lived it and experienced
Can’t write it
So much had happened
Good, bad, sad and fun times
Too many memories to remember
Emotions hasn’t all hit yet
Eventually they will