everyday when i go to school my friend madison will be filled with scars all over
he is abused beat hurt never happy he suffers from depresion
he always runs to me when he sees me he hides his face with his hair oh madison look at me why cant you see the beauty waiting to come out of you
his mom has slitted arms from the dad the mom has a scar on her eyebrow why do yall have so much hatred in your sole let lose madison let everything go i have always had a crush on him sins 5th grade
he looked like edward furlong as a kid.his father left them cause his father turned gay why did his father turn so gay and evil madison was dropped of at his fathers house one day his father went to the bathroom got the scissors and grabbed his son by the arm and said boy youll thank me in the end his father pind his son down on his belly and cut his hair short on on
one side and kept it long on the other now his dad was gay and is maddly in love with edward furlong hes not to blame hes just in love with edward so when the mom came to pick him up she saw what had happend she started to cry madison ran to his mom and they ran off into the car
soon the mom went to the barber and they got it dont now he has edward furlongs old hair do as john conner i just hope madison if you are reading this you are a good friend
he is abused beat hurt never happy he suffers from depresion
he always runs to me when he sees me he hides his face with his hair oh madison look at me why cant you see the beauty waiting to come out of you
his mom has slitted arms from the dad the mom has a scar on her eyebrow why do yall have so much hatred in your sole let lose madison let everything go i have always had a crush on him sins 5th grade
he looked like edward furlong as a kid.his father left them cause his father turned gay why did his father turn so gay and evil madison was dropped of at his fathers house one day his father went to the bathroom got the scissors and grabbed his son by the arm and said boy youll thank me in the end his father pind his son down on his belly and cut his hair short on on
one side and kept it long on the other now his dad was gay and is maddly in love with edward furlong hes not to blame hes just in love with edward so when the mom came to pick him up she saw what had happend she started to cry madison ran to his mom and they ran off into the car
soon the mom went to the barber and they got it dont now he has edward furlongs old hair do as john conner i just hope madison if you are reading this you are a good friend
look in the mirror please
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?