Come, feel my pain Killed you, a train But for me a day Being quite grey Being all I know Cannot show What I crow So often Murder
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sleep deprived World contrived Life despised Swimming in lies I hear peoples cries I hear peoples sighs Why wont we fight? We only want what's right Our whole race is a plight So I escape into the night It's only an escape A temporary trait, too late
