These eyes are tired.
This stomach is weak.
iIve been vaguely thinking of why this could be.
But, right now it isn't vague; it's a little bit more
and in the back of my head is a thought.
Perhaps it's this thinking and the things i'm repeating
or maybe it's a little bit more.

I'm complete with sobriety and self-proclaimed notoriety
of living a life without sleep.
Now the wear, the tear, the feeling of nothing
and this fatigue are starting to creep.
My own deprivation just might be the answer,
but maybe its a little bit more.

It keeps adding up, just like I had thought
and it will only keep growing, I'm sure.
There's a little bit more, a little bit more.
There's a little bit more, of that I am sure.

You were suppose to protect me
From evils crooked hand
You were suppose to love me
Not leave me with this man
The one who leaves me bleeding for everyone to see
The one who has no bounds
And doesn't give a **** about me
Hold me down
Make me pay
I felt pain
That very day
Almost broke me to the bone
Weren't his words or his stones
Hate him more every day
I wish I
Could make him pay
For the blood that I had shed
For the care that he misled  
Every tear that fell
I hate this dark angry hell
Iive like this all the time
Frozen pictures, of what all was mine
Stay away from my dreams
Your  minipulative scandalous schemes
Goodby forever you wicked illusion
No mistake no confusion

Photographs, they sing as the mellow songbirds
They speak as puppets,
Telling me only what I wish to hear
And what do I desire?
There's still a cloud over me,
While my hopes jump high
It is her photograph I can only smile at.

Who knew my fate?
Gods? Angels? Science?
The Heart, a scoundrel of renown,
He laughs at me,
When I smile at her photograph!

There lies a sadness sweet as honey
It hurts but still I am not afraid of her denail.
For I have loved her and she will Iive on
And her beauty will stay alive for years!
What worth is a picture of stillness?
When the lover has words and music!
When he has her smile and shy nods,
And that's an approval enough....

I'm trying to end those stereotypes  and get rid of these statics,

   not all of us wanna Iive for your world we're different,

  it seems like it's a habit that common since is no longer since,

they flooding this water but won't never rinse,

  so it's ***** water filled with doubts,

  it's many roads with different routes,

I had a nightmare but I turned it into a dream,

I'm taking risks but I always felt extreme,

   they in a gang but are they really banging,

suicidal doors I guess that's why we're hanging,

man I thank the lord for his blessing it's the only light I see,

freedom is a lie when we're not even free,

  I kinda get it now I'm a outsider who won't be let in,

standing at the door while the rest just smoking,

they smiling at me cause I know it's hard to talk,

  a sixteen year old with a cause yea they shocked,  




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