Brandon Brooks

love is a hard thing to explain
love is not a feeling nor a emotion
it is a passion
a passion for someone
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moving must be a crime
leaving freinds behind
just to rot away in time
locked deep in your mind
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will you take a seat
to gamble with fate
will you try your luck
to gamble with fate
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Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
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why are we the vermin of this place
descrating are home like a forgoten tomb
we are the bugs of this world
hiding the stars behind the fume
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a life is meaningless
if it does not have a purpose
a life is meaningless
if it will not have a purpose
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why do so many have to bleed everyday
they bleed so that we can live
why do so many die everyday
they die so that we can be free
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the world is an endless cycle
always repeating
never ending
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the souls that are stained
they are black
the souls that are drained
they are white
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When You Die, What Happens
Do you beacome an empty husk
or do you rot away till dusk
only the dead know
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you see me in the window
full of remorse
you see me at school
full of anger
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a windy land
covered with sand
lies in wait
for someone to take the bait
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the bells arent ringing
cause the guns are singing
the bullets are flying
and people are dying
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Chiseling at the human skin
just to find the pain again
nothing but the blood is there
drying in the empty air
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her skin like silk
veins exposed
her eyes like water
soul closed
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these words i write
on this paper
seem to bite
into my soul
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hidden in the dark
you are not seen
like a fox
you are keen
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our world is like a prison
but without iron bars
we are cagged in here
killing all the stars
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aint it grand to be alive
looking out at Discordia
when the Demon Moons arrives
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would you belive me if i said i was a ghost
would you turn and run because i was dead
or would you just die because i lied to you
i am not what you think i am
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