

This YearWow, this year has been a bitch So many things have happened All my wounds I need to stitch And I don't know where I've been I cried, complained, let myself down I felt numb then I got mad Intense emotions were abound I almost lost all I hadThis Year
This year I ripped myself away From everything I ever loved Aphixated with pain every day Then I pushed and shoved Broken pieces of me lay everywhere I know I was part of the poision I was paralyzed but now I care And truth is what I breath in
Now where do I start
Yeah to some it was


You're Getting Closerall the things i told you all the things you see what you want to be true and what you make of me it's true i have my secrets buried in my past so when you dig through mud and grit what you find will make you run fastYou're Getting Closer
you're getting closer to the things i have to hide you're getting closer to being swept away in the tide
the wounds i've shown you so far aren't as bad as the ones i hide my pain will ripe you apart and you'll break off in a stride so what am i to do you want to leave anyway the dirt is to much for you


Missing the DrivewayLook up now the light is green Accelerate on to the next scene Hold on buddy you're driving too fast Breaking the speed limit to escape the past Everything's blurred as you pass by Even the signs that say where when and why Telling you don't treat the world like shit You keep on drivin'; don't care who you hitMissing the Driveway
You're missing the driveway
You don't care and have nothing to say One day you'll stop and start to regret
What you left and can no longer get Once you go forward you can't go back Inside you're empty matter what you pack (inside)
As you


PainterWho is this man in the mirror today It's not my reflection; my image ran away Cause all I see is a man with a brush Silencing my identit; a heart wrenching hush Is that what everyone else sees in mePainter
A distorted wounded child with nowhere to be This image is scaring me down to the core I'm not ugly I'm so much more
Painter what the hell are you doing
I can't telll if I'm coming or going
I'm always smiling and you paint a frown I hold my head high and you drew it down
You depict that I'm fragile and falling apart With an emptiness instead of a warm heart &n
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Corky: Don't worry, I'll catch you *holds arms up*
Anna: *climbing tree*O yeah, like you could.
Corky: I'm telling you,*butterfly flits by, eyes follow*oh, look, a butterfly.
Anna: WTFH?! You were going to catch me! Do not tell me you just walked away!
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~ take a lil trip, hata pak up yo mind [link] ~
* bet u kuldnt think [link] so i kommand u 2 *
~ life it seems will fade away [link] ~
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