i pray to god when i fall asleep if i should die on this stormy cold night you take it and dont let the devil take it i pray to you and if i die tonight take my sole and all my pried i hope that i should not die tonight but it feels so cold on the outside and in i can see the black and white of the world i can see the dark angels of the night i wish i could see the angels that light up the night the ones that keep you alive i wish i was alive for i am so numb i cant even see colors i see black and white veryone sad everyone mad nobody smiling there is a rain clowd over everyones head. i try to find the light but all i find are dark lights when i walk to them skelatons of all my loved ones everything is dead death all around lord please help me take my sole and end this poor suffering that i have to go thru people laugh at me i get called joker and i get called scarface i understand for the scars on my face saved my life but no i wish everyone who called me that died in my head im ripping there heads off im slashing them with knifes but thats just in my head it never will happen knowone sits by me in italy when i eat in the cafateria my wounds wont ever heal i have cut myself and lived hurt myself damaged my self and still lived i wont go away these girls came up to me and said look at this reck she probaly isent loved who would love this reck i cant see them all i see is black and white they spit on me they beat me they thro rocks i wish life would end for me but no im immortal i guess please end this poor suffering this coldness end my life end me end my time why wont i die i dont understand why i lived why i am alive if noone cares for me end this suffering for me god please.
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.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays guitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays guitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
Another Day has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the love i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
another night for me to cry
the love i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.