thekeyzrox

My smile its been gone for a while but I'm coming back for yours first. My eye its keeping me kind but sometimes thats more like a curse My pain its all the same game how it hurts more than my purse My shame Its as much as it came as I dont really know the truth My game Its as much to frame as I cant stay mad at you I liked attention and its hard to mention how much I cant you Sometimes its far too kind to lie instead of the truth well come over here Ill tell you what you want to hear and my smile will be in view well come over here Ill tell you what you want to hear and Ill smile at you..

I have made mistakes for all to see and half of them happened in front of me The other half has to lay in this bed and think about just what I said and I have a conscious that is post box red fitting in to clothes that should not fit and focusing on just what I did I realize its a claim to shame I realize I played a foolish game painting my nails florescent pink Leaving home far too quick losing my virginity in a bet and cant count how many men Ive met Now I am left with resounding regret Oh God please forgive me I wish to settle down for my quiet life And education and to be a wife I want to feel pure again as the colour of

when im alone, i can trust myself, when everyiones 2getha, I can trust no one else. Its nothing personal; nothing offensive. Im just trying to make it known universal. When I was a little bit small, was pushed around, learned to not trust; as I fall. Now that Ive grown, a little bit tall, Ive learnt to trust ppl. but it still comes back to you, wen you think its at its end. especially when you dont even trust, your own boyfriend. Im thinking im always going to have these trust issues, as I cry, my counsellor passes me the tissue. as I slowly die inside, feels like trust will either forgive me, or it'll never die

I can't help myself I'm on the edge I have been since I woke up in bed and where will the day end today what will really happen whos going to save me from something you said didn't happen and I know I should move on and I shouldn't really care; but there is something from this childhood that makes me go back there. I am just a product of my environment, I have no other excuse I have no other reason for acting the way I do and if it starts to bother you just think how you'd be if you were running in circles from your own family. Nobody saw what was going on at home I didn't see it myself 'til I remembered what was wro

here me talking here me walking around this world without a clue just met with the earth all 16 through now you know why I act so new and have only just opened my eyes got the feeling in the skies like its going to rain or maybe it will snow cause if it did how would I know. eyes closed mouth open talking about things already been spoken and now you wonder what I do Im just trying to open my eyes and tell you about this.

be what you are and not what do you care what everyone thinks does everyone give a damn where you are like where i am. whats your problem with it everyone can be evil everyone is believable dont deserve a sky we are laying under a lie be what you are and not what you want do what you do so naturally and you will be fulfilled actually. dont be so fake when you meet people theyll notice 6 weeks from now theyll see your roots at your closest. now dont hide in your closet tear the new you up. in every word half empty your cup so what would you rather pour? money or love I am trusting this point to you sort out the ab

here I am being predictable again. well I guess I have a problem with that. I dont usually care for being particular. what the hell has that got to do with being ridiculous Im so delerious. Its good to be free when everybody holding on to every thing neat I am so sick and tired of being incomplete Im not anymore hateful Im a swan we are graceful here I am remember how I used to dance long dress, curly hair curvy eyes still didnt stop me from falling over and over you. You were the one who helped me through. Its good to be free when everybody holding on to every thing neat I am so sick and tired of being i

I am kind of scared what do i think of you stuck in this nitemare field as if I wanted to I am so sick of cutting myself continuously over things I pretend have no meaning but then I secretly bleed. I said thats enough of this nightmare. stuck in a frame of mind to wrecked to compare now I am sick until you come back I am only left here til I cant act sad so watch me bleed me soul. and through these walls I am torn so cause these walls carry these memories they claim to be to be the happy me thats honsty why dont you believe me you could complete me. I have no more jokes am sick from polite I said here we go that