imagine a stealer of your piece of mind and truth, your honesty and your kindness
imagine a stealer of your time, of your hard work , your every bit of troubles and seat
or cold....
imagine a stealer of your wisdom, your travels and your life, your dreams that you worked hard to create
imagine a stealer.....
_________________
All of me has been stolen but I want to write about a picture that stole my peace
a piece of me ripped from pain
from fragility of wanting to scream and scream
but knowing I cant
imagine.... a picture stealing your every piece of peace
________________________________
I wonder
how its done , doing something so evil and believing it isnt
making it right
not feeling the damage youve caused or the pain youve erupted
I wonder how it feels to live on the other side
isnt that what he thought>?
I am sure - daggers flying in his mind
he only wanted one thing
to be more like him
jealousy is a creative art
a malicious equipment high class
all from the devils cut
a film out of holywood
its yours to have
for you deserve
isnt that what he thought
I hate who i am
i hate what i am
i hate that i cant control any of me
i hate that i dont care anymore
i hate that i dont look good
i hate that i am lazy
and weak
i hate that im angry
i hate that im faithless
but i know i could never steal.....
or
could I?
havnt i stolen my goodness and sold it off
havnt i stolen my innocence
my pride
havnt i let my grandness be stolen
sometimes I wish i was that spotty teenager
sometimes i wish i could scream the truth
for i know people who have truly stolen ...us
me
and i hate it
and hate me for being the weak one
my family
but lets forget those things for a while/////
hope
what is become of yoU>
are you even there
are you disintegrated
are you even there?
imagine a stealer of your time, of your hard work , your every bit of troubles and seat
or cold....
imagine a stealer of your wisdom, your travels and your life, your dreams that you worked hard to create
imagine a stealer.....
_________________
All of me has been stolen but I want to write about a picture that stole my peace
a piece of me ripped from pain
from fragility of wanting to scream and scream
but knowing I cant
imagine.... a picture stealing your every piece of peace
________________________________
I wonder
how its done , doing something so evil and believing it isnt
making it right
not feeling the damage youve caused or the pain youve erupted
I wonder how it feels to live on the other side
isnt that what he thought>?
I am sure - daggers flying in his mind
he only wanted one thing
to be more like him
jealousy is a creative art
a malicious equipment high class
all from the devils cut
a film out of holywood
its yours to have
for you deserve
isnt that what he thought
I hate who i am
i hate what i am
i hate that i cant control any of me
i hate that i dont care anymore
i hate that i dont look good
i hate that i am lazy
and weak
i hate that im angry
i hate that im faithless
but i know i could never steal.....
or
could I?
havnt i stolen my goodness and sold it off
havnt i stolen my innocence
my pride
havnt i let my grandness be stolen
sometimes I wish i was that spotty teenager
sometimes i wish i could scream the truth
for i know people who have truly stolen ...us
me
and i hate it
and hate me for being the weak one
my family
but lets forget those things for a while/////
hope
what is become of yoU>
are you even there
are you disintegrated
are you even there?
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