It all started out, when he was bornhe lived a life of rage and scorna sick attitude against his familyhis mind is wicked, murder was his fantasyPursuing his motives he takes your lifewith shotgun in hand, you scream in...

Im heere two tel u that u ned too stay in skolI am proof that if yo do't go to skool yo'l end up like mei dropes out of the 1st grad becuse my teecher give me bad grades...

What once i though was love.... Was laced in mushrooms kiss.... One embrace was all it took to feel eternal bliss....   Flying high with fairies dust.... My soul i gave to you entrust.... For many years we flew so high.... Till slowly one day the...

so often you are in my thoughtstouch the softness withinand realize you are lovedif we never touch in the fleshunderstand you are a part of my soulthe living and breathing partto know an angel, is to know youdon't get...