Born in September,12,1991
When will I die that is the question
Without hesitation must I face my destination?
Will my name be a simple reminder or will it last forever?
See the world through my eyes sit down and listen to what is written and maybe you might understand
May God forgive me for my sins and may you see pass my mistakes
I’m real not fake, human not perfect, I was born in a cruel world
Why should I be the only thing that’s pure, I am corrupted
I won’t deny it I am fill with hate only because love is for those who wait
But time flies and that is why my head turned gray
Let a fool dreams of beautiful days so I can have nightmares
So if you see me dreaming bring me back to reality where there is screaming, suffering
Because killing is what I am used to see around me
A normal day is dead bodies on the streets, blood on the wall, reality
It’s funny to me, dead people don’t walk nor do they breath so let my heart beat until it stops and I am patiently waiting I think I might go crazy
But put yourself in my position for one second and comprehend
It's not as easy being Landsley.
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