

"It's Your Infallibillity"I feel like a burden, One that one can't carry alone. And I didn't know, For the length of my life. It took some time alone, Confined in a lonely excuse for a home All the time it took, I feel as tho it's been tossed aside I feel like I should have cried, I regret every single lie I've told"It's Your Infallibillity"
You know me better than anyone else Tell me the truth, Not what i want to hear Please tell me the truth If it's what I want to hear, I will believe my dear Not for me, Not for me Cause I believe in you, and what you say is true Without doubt
Please forgive me if, I


"The Hills"These hills that rise and fall You never let them grow to tall You make another path But you just cant seem to last The bumpy ride ahead I hope you dont lose your head I do something nice And you wanna take my life"The Hills"
Chorus: You're unstable I dont know why When something goes wrong You start to cry
When i see you smile Makes me think for a while All of the good times I remember in my mind Everything's a surprise I dont know with your eyes  


"Kaylee"Your someone I could never leave You taught me how to breathe"Kaylee"
In something new And if i had to I'd die for you
When I'm sad I'll come to you To hear you said It's ok
I'm so lonely Hold me please And don't leave Cause I'm lonely
Your someone I could never leave You taught me how to breathe
In something new And if i had to I'd die for you
But your right here Next to me Believing In me
And when im away Dream of the day Of me coming home And your not alone
Your


"Crossfire"Did you wish for this to happen My guess is no Did you wish to be alone My guess is no"Crossfire"
But you got caught in the crossfire Of a man and his desire You got caught in the crossfire For thinking higher
I'll admit in not the best This is true Im not the best but you deserved
What happened to you
And you got caught in the crossfire Of a man and his desire You got caught in the crossfire For thinking higher
Men and boys died And you just cried And your left
Dead on the riverside


PainterPoison driping from his brush he paints his own corrupted truth of evil in a maiden's blush and demons in a laughing youthPainter
Beneath his feverish shaking hands Hell begins to take it's shape Whilst he revels in the lands of madness and of no escape
With raging self destructive zeal He throws himself into his art and paints emotions all too real The product of his broken heart
Now held in shackles born of paint The torture of the wounded saint
I see you write poetry as well, no?
I'll be sure to read some.
I do, thank you
And your poetry is lovely
moi aussi
Thank yours is too
I did say only a little,
and merci beaucoup.
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