she has her broken dreams -- miss information
who are you?
i am nameless. classless. i live in the action of death.
the struggle. the blood cry. the penetrating wound.
i am alone
now, who are you?
in this day and age, we are judged rather for what we wear, than who we are. and there you have it. the secret to our generation is: we have no secret. we have no greater meaning. the only thing we strive upon is fitting in, or breaking loose. and there it is.
i am nameless. classless. i live in the action of death.
the struggle. the blood cry. the penetrating wound.
i am alone
now, who are you?
in this day and age, we are judged rather for what we wear, than who we are. and there you have it. the secret to our generation is: we have no secret. we have no greater meaning. the only thing we strive upon is fitting in, or breaking loose. and there it is.