me

in every little story i have written to myself i find a thing i coud never have told i couldn't yust tell so i sitt upp i thinking about how i could change butt instead of Lisen to the world off thousands off thoughts i may yust shutt them upp i Wright down im from a lost sitty were i feal lie i always drown now i sitt still i have a rose in my hand blead from the torns that it had now i still smile cuse i cant face it all i might be good but i have worked to hard som of my price wass to teair my self apart now i lock upp right i can se back but you guet to tell me how fare i have come i still just a cild butt i made it this fare nobody realy now who i was at the start im just a boy maby i just wanted to now now i lock at my self i gott no control i am just alive and evry body now but im so sore i wass an difrent wibe before i turnd cold i started in the shadow and mirror locking at me asking who are we starting fighting for peace i lock att me fail and fail i hear that i should disappear but evry time im warm and se my hands coverd in red marks from all my mistaiken times i cover my hands upp getting my gloves on so i hide from the message i now butt here we go still im punching after all i will nott lett my self fall