Listen Up YallListen up yall this is how it goes,Listen Up Yall
Name is Snare more its said the more it grows,
Listen to what i say,
Dont fuck with me or youll pay,
This is all i got to say,
So remember till the day,
When me meet,
Don't be discreet,
Cause remember i got the street, Under these feet...
I Thought I Had It BadAs I grew up I had it bad, I had a drunken farther I called dad, He didn’t love me but my brother he did, In dads mind Jack was the best little kid, When my dad thought of me he said singing is a joke, My dad was ashamed of me every time I spoke, I tried not to think of it and smile along with Jack, Until when I went fishing and when I got back, I was supposed to be helping Jack cut the wood, But instead I went fishing instead of helping like I should, Now he is bleeding in his bed, Dreams are not done and then lay his head, I don’t know what to do I didn’tI Thought I Had It Bad
E.T.
StgmataStgmataStgmata
Branded, his thoughts were judged (according to the wasted time of youth). He came to seek her Through smoke rings. There is only one such temptress, with ruby red lips to match her scorn.
Unfocused melody, his voice held wrath which she had not foreseen.
Albeit his one-time gentle eyes, she was not to overlook the maddened daggers hidden slyly in his hungry stare.
They broke and fell between the cracks of another
night’s cold crossings
and followed
the darkness through a doorway
to morning’s
harsh rea
A Story of a Girl...She could tell all along, That there was something wrong. The little clues hidden inbetween, And all the other ones yet to be seen. It all came to a head, When from her bed, She heard all the screaming, Yelling, and the truth telling. That was the night her heart did stop, And she knew it would never flop. For what she learned that night, Would leave her in a never ending fight. A fight for her mother, Her brother and her father, But most of all, her own heart. She new from the start That she would need to be What others could not see.A Story of a Girl...
Keep StabbingI looked an angel in the face such beauty, such poise, such grace Suddenly she changed who would have guessed She took a knife and stabbed me in the chest Stabbed deep down into my heart She stabbed and twisted and it was only the start Stabbed again, killed by my affection Just like the others here is the connection Stabbed again blood soaking the ground I pleaded for it to end but nobody made a sound No love could save me in the end and here I am nothing but a friend Stabbed again, staring beauty in the eye I stared at my love, as it made me dieKeep Stabbing
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When I think of her all I can do is smile...
I hope she is doing the same :/
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"It's Art" is the best excuse in the world!
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When I think of her all I can do is smile...
I hope she is doing the same :/
To think about our lives
The melody keeps changing
But the song remains the same
Altaria
Thank you for the favorite.
Won't take long
In search for a harbor
Somewhere to belong
Kamelot
Thank you for the add.
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If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, separate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight,
Just blame the limelight.
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When I think of her all I can do is smile...
I hope she is doing the same :/
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If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, separate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight,
Just blame the limelight.
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