Im Running,
Away from them.
I can hear them comming,
I run faster to the ledge.
They think they can catch me before i fall,
There only making me closer,
They started it all,
They are the ones pushing me over!
They r my mother.
They r my friends.
They are my brother.
They are the ones bringing me to my end!
People who came into my life a spilt second and left,
And those people who are still here and wont go.
These people have made my life a mess.
And i feel so low.
I am chasing myself too!
Pushing, telling, and yelling at me to die.
Saying this while im trying to chase u,
Ur stress, ur words, ur lies
Away. Ive realised to stay,
Not to run to that ledge.
today is not the day.
Im to scared to be pushed over the edge.
I'll just bottle it all up,
Take it, swallow it like lunch.
Untill its all too much.
Then the same thing will happen like yesterday,
The day before that, and before,
I'll again, run away
the screaming everlasting pain.
vision blurs, ive becomed blind
guiding myself blindly through the day.
my heart dies
im no longer saine.
bubbling feelings hottened by lies,
cries, i scream away
and i hide.
a hole, a void, a gap
an emptyness that fills me up.
zone out, zone in cant handle this crap.
feel out of luck
i want to spend time with u
and always hold u too.
never does it seem we have time
to spend with each other sharing bit of our lives.
but i cannot stand it this way
there's not enough time in the day
to spend with u.
so ive made a wish to the stars
oh so bright beautiful and far
that time will forever stop.
i will be with u cause running out of time will happen not.
i hold me now and never let me go
i like that u know.
while ill run my fingers through ur hair
into ur eyes ill stare
forever cause time has stopped.
i wish i were not so sexy
every guy want me.
they find excuses just to touch me,
and no man can ignore or resist me.
every woman is jelous
of what she can never posses of mine:
beauty, luck, men and good fortune.
if i were so conceited,
and had 2 compete against all others
i would for sure enter the miss american pagent.
i wouldnt pay a nickle
id have sponsors around the world,
and i d win for sure!
i wish i were not so accepted.
anything i do,
everybody else want to do.
i everywhere have followers
who worship me as i go.
i have friends in every class
who listen to mu jokes and always laugh.
if i were the pope,
the dali llama, budda, or jesus
id have the world following me
bend down when i order
to kiss at my feet.
they'd kill my enemies,
of course id have none anyway,
and if i told them all to shoot themselves with a gun
they would all blow their brains away.
so sweet and wonderful
to know he's mine.
my worlds complete and colorful
till the end of time.
my bleeding broken heart
weeps at what uve done.
uve left and my worlds fell apart
now i shoot my self with a gun.
errotic pleasure
in many different positions,
bodies holding close together
even after the finish.
burning tearing pain
how much damage is inside,
u said no, but he rapped u anyways
and now ur pride dies.
shrooms
soft, fragil
many cluster round
pick'em smoke'em
oooh!