May 18, 2005 22:49
This is the confirmation call
to confirm that i am worthless
confirm the minds
theyre racing around u and know my fate
Just stop
Relax your lungs
retract your guns
and refrain from killing me
Were not the ones
to stop and run
Or stop from spinning.
So I guess this is what its like.
What it's like
what it's like to be inside my head
Break lights
and concrete they divide
Our lives
our lives they fade inside
im not worth killing.
i fled the scene
found higher ground
Restored my lungs
to where we found
tryed 2 Reverse the damage
that's been done
and fled the killing
Encouraging the obvious
and reinstate the rest of us
And kill less willing feelings of hate and love
heres a poem i rote hope u all like it