For Times
where are these laughs
where are these crys
as i stare in to these empty eyes
ask once more on my knees
"why didn't i hear the cutters pleas
your an empty shell
a story i never had the guts to tell
the razored edge peirced the skin
a cry sliced right through
thats when i new thee end
the end
where are these crys
as i stare in to these empty eyes
ask once more on my knees
"why didn't i hear the cutters pleas
your an empty shell
a story i never had the guts to tell
the razored edge peirced the skin
a cry sliced right through
thats when i new thee end
the end
♠ ♠ ♠
these are some ruff verses i put togthere