you tell me that i hvae to change
to leave my ways and stop this shame
for it i dont you say ill DIE? ? ?
youll blab it all and show my crime
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How does it feel to go through the tough
to be in my shoes
and learn tough love
to not get what you want
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Have you ever thought about life
if there was more then what was given
if there was more then grief and sorrow
...
here i am staring at you
with tears in my eyes
and words that critisize
i don't mean to curse
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One world is beautiful
innocent and sweet
kind and loving
full of smiles and greatings
...
I hate how i smile when i think of you
I love how you hold me tight
I hate how you tickle me until i cry
I love how you wipe my tears and the way you say goodnight
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by myself i sit
alone and cold
with a heart of a million..
little pieces of gold
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I saw his face
my eyes were glued
and stuck his way
no words cam out
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I wake up in the morning sore
with aches and pains to my glore!
i try to move yet moan in pain
my words are just a mumbling spray
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he stands there watching from far by
very cautious with a caring and tender eye
he stares and peers waiting to appear
with a bat in one hand and another holds fear
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