bloody dry
I want to hear my song sung
But i cant make my self sing
I want to HEar my song sung
On every ones mp3
I want kids singing me
as they walk down the street
i want people asking
for more from me
I want to be more then a poet
I want to be more then a writer
I want to be famous for songs
on How i tried to get by her
I want people to know
the words to every song i write
As if they listen to them
Every day and every night
The song might be happy
BUt it will most likely be sad
IT might hurt to hear
But it will show u what i had
ANd it would go something like this
I grew up alone with no one caring
And i stood tall with every one staring
I walked Home and Walked To school
I did this all And i really felt cool
But my dad was never understanding
OF my issues of a growing boy with no friends
He was to busy drinking and bitching
TO give help to his son when it came to the end
I met a girl On myspace
and she changed the way i lived
Got me cut my wrist and ditch
Now i wish that i never did
The pain continued to grow
And it grew out of control
I lost my life and lost the fight
ANd was unable to drop that knife
Blood poored like a waterfall
and continued to stain all in my way
And when i finally tried to stop the flow
A new cut would open and bleed the same way
I couldnt stop the growing addiction
As i started to spiral downword
With no one there to catch me
Cut so much it didnt even hurt,,
The pain was gone.. THe blood remained
The scars would heal.. But i would make more
NEw cuts.. New BLood.. but the addiction the same..
Atleast the new wounds.. wont ever be soar..
The blood is over my skin and bed
The blood is free and im almost dead
The cuts are growing dry
and my eyes dont even cry
As the breath i take in is cold..
and my lungs feel like a fresh mint..
I give up the hold
on that damn knife..
but befor the knife made it to the ground..
My eyes were shut..
I died.. befor i had a chance..
to stop the cutting..
But if i hadnt died.. would i have stopped..
or Would i be pushing the edge..
of the knife into my skin for the sight of blood..
4:56 PM 7/9/2011
But i cant make my self sing
I want to HEar my song sung
On every ones mp3
I want kids singing me
as they walk down the street
i want people asking
for more from me
I want to be more then a poet
I want to be more then a writer
I want to be famous for songs
on How i tried to get by her
I want people to know
the words to every song i write
As if they listen to them
Every day and every night
The song might be happy
BUt it will most likely be sad
IT might hurt to hear
But it will show u what i had
ANd it would go something like this
I grew up alone with no one caring
And i stood tall with every one staring
I walked Home and Walked To school
I did this all And i really felt cool
But my dad was never understanding
OF my issues of a growing boy with no friends
He was to busy drinking and bitching
TO give help to his son when it came to the end
I met a girl On myspace
and she changed the way i lived
Got me cut my wrist and ditch
Now i wish that i never did
The pain continued to grow
And it grew out of control
I lost my life and lost the fight
ANd was unable to drop that knife
Blood poored like a waterfall
and continued to stain all in my way
And when i finally tried to stop the flow
A new cut would open and bleed the same way
I couldnt stop the growing addiction
As i started to spiral downword
With no one there to catch me
Cut so much it didnt even hurt,,
The pain was gone.. THe blood remained
The scars would heal.. But i would make more
NEw cuts.. New BLood.. but the addiction the same..
Atleast the new wounds.. wont ever be soar..
The blood is over my skin and bed
The blood is free and im almost dead
The cuts are growing dry
and my eyes dont even cry
As the breath i take in is cold..
and my lungs feel like a fresh mint..
I give up the hold
on that damn knife..
but befor the knife made it to the ground..
My eyes were shut..
I died.. befor i had a chance..
to stop the cutting..
But if i hadnt died.. would i have stopped..
or Would i be pushing the edge..
of the knife into my skin for the sight of blood..
4:56 PM 7/9/2011