The more i try to fit in the more i get pushed aside
I'm the red Apple in the green Apple's tree
The more I try to paint myself to be like them I just make a joke of myself, And end in teas that can fill full a coffee mug
With these people life is like living in the moon no matter how hard you i try to stay on the ground gravity just pull me away into deep space were i can die alone
My very best is never good enough why
I'm stuck in a quicksand trying to be free but no one is reaching out to grab my hands
I'm tired now i fill like sleeping and wake up and this existence will just be a nightmare i just woke up to of an alone child wishing if things were different

Walking
walking
walking slowly it begins to be dark but i am still far away from home but
walking
walking, The bids flying find their way home nest in the tree's where their family is
walking
walking still far from home
walking
walking, The night creatures awaken from their long sleep hungry for a meal to eat so they may sleep once more yet i keep
walking
walking scared i may be but i will keep walking home is where i am going
walking i hear wolves houl under the full moon yet i keep walking until i came to a stop in front of a house inside i hear laughing and happiness warming the house then i smile am home.

The death one's warking the street  the is hunger in their belies,The is brain wash in their minds,The is horrified in the minds of the living every one is scared out of their boots,The devil is praised its his i deal of a world the streets ar forbbiden by the living but a shoping mall for the dead for food,The hunters are now the pray for the dead

Corn Artist he calls him self an artist but he cannot think he lacks talent but yet he wants fame but he does not wanna work for it his choice is to steal take what does not belong to him,He is a corn artist he is a corn artist

Love is an emotional bond that one person has towards another,grand i fill the love of a child torwads their elder love that is worth many words  that one cannot say from the heart somethimes but u cant see that its like im a foreiner to u i share ur blood in my vains but i dont matter in ur ayes i crie right in front of u to share my tear my pain my sorrow toward ur face but dat dont matter

Agument is like a burning sun brings death to anythng that comes near,Even ice cold does nt have effect it boils too and become hot