He lays cold, alone, his only friend is silence..
Thoughts and emotions in a maelstrom of violence..
The wind whistles loud, breaking his moment of peace..
The pain wont go away, aggression is his release..
A scream of terror, he paints the night..
Can't do nothing right.
Can't do nothing right.














Comments
I like this very much.
I need the 'If I Had' beat - and ima write something about being fed up 'n' shit like that.
Chin up, man. I got your back.
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"The sad truth is, you'd rather follow the school into the net, because swimming alone at sea, is not the kind of freedom that you actually want." -NOFX
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