jackrabbit krjs

Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
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Music comes to life
When life is boring
Music can tell a story
That sounds like its for me
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My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
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War is the devils work
War is what makes us hurt
War is what ended his life
War is what makes me cry
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I hold your hand
As we lay in bed
Peacful thoughts in my head
No fear
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It's not my fault your gone
It's not my fault you can't move on
It's not my fault you were wrong and I was right
it's not my fault that you cry at night
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You just brought me here to drowned
To make me feel like I've been beatin to the ground
Screaming at me and being really loud
Till I yell at you to get out
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when will they finally see that im alone when there with me
they sit and talk and joke around and i feal like ive let them down
i dont talk i just listen to what they have to say and hope they dont find out one day
im alone, all by my self my counciler says its bad for my health
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fear
is awful
fear
is great
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Why would you do that to me
Date her when you just barley dumped me
You only dumped me cause I'm not a push over and didn't let you touch me
I can't beleive I ever called you honey
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Your face lit up by the fireworks
I love you so much that it hurts
Your love is something I thirst
When I see your face I'm at a loss for words
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Your so far away
We grow farther apart everyday
Its hard to keep the faith
Especially when you turn me away
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fun can be trouble
fun can be mean
fun can be hurtful
fun can be lean
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I didn't mean to make you mad
All I wanted was for you to reply back
And its not sympathey that I want
I just wanted to talk
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I love you
Three little words
I love you
A word I wish I have never heard
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The doctors are all I remember
When they told me my dad would walk never
Thats just what you dont think of ever
My dad refused to sit there in that wheel chair forever
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Violence is something we all deal with one way or another
Whether it be an abusive dad with a belt made of leather
Or a mother who takes pain pills to make it all better
A brother who beats another because of his color
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My thoughts race
The sour truth I taste
I can't turn away
I can still see his face
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I'm a victim of my past
I wish I could find peice at last
I feel so bad
So my wrists I slash
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Evil sins
She always wins
Bad Dreams
Its reality
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