As everything comes to a screeching halt im the one put to fault why cant you see? what makes me, me? no matter where i go i remember to believe nothing of what i hear and half of what i see for now i know whats left of me no more can i live my life with these lies and people always passin' me bye tired of the crying and people dying tired of this and tired of that the world turned its back, on me and everyone is luaghin' and pointing' and ill never forget the screaming never forget the lying ive been through the lives ive seen go away the deaths ive had build within now i go on living a sin ...as everything comes to a screeching hault, im the one put to fault...
Swift Lord · Wed Sep 20, 2006 @ 06:46pm · 0 Comments |