Young wounds are often remembered
Within the heart is passion so the scar grows deeper
Fresh blood is destined for September
What the fuck makes you think this is the right way to treat her?
These days she's always on trial
So she must force a smile
I never thought I would be vitriol
Until I realized you've been volatile
So afraid to be smothered by your fucked-up way of gaining contol
Screams and shouts I fucking told you so
My heart tells me Beauty Belligerent
For this I'll recieve 10 times punishment
Im not even sure Im alive
And this is no reason for you to die
Because believe me I will fucking survive
Growing more tenacious
With every vicious screech
Now just one of the masses, to you I am evasive
Dont worry daddy, for this is everything to me you continue to teach
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
