i cant chang the way i am
because i dont know who i am anymore
my life is like a leaky faucet
constantly running
...
honor + duty = death
it takes respect
to pass the test
to be the best of the best
...
dedicated to maria disavo
your elegant and beautifule smile beging to fade
as if you have been dismayed
...
dedicated to my grandmother
were gona take a little trip down my memorie lane ,
of days and family that have passed on by,
...
hearts broke
been choked
no hope that the man who raised me will
grow up and be a father
...
look at the stand
and the fans
watching the marching band
as there grand and slamed
...
im so sad
depressed by my fears
as you asked to leave
and then you did
...
roses are red
violets are blue
are you my one true
this is how much i apreciat you
...
feelings of failure
pain
and hurt
i feel like i was kicked to the curb
...
dedicated
to the soldiers of iraq
and to the current president
georg bush
...
As i gaze to the stars above
i have to ask myself could this be love
eye's of an angle blue as the morning sky
i would have to ask myself would she be willing to give this a try
...
the blood sweat and tears
that pour from our men
are never taken as a sighn
that these are good men
...
a new life begins
at the morning light
while another light ends
by the end of the night
...
my life is like a dream
thats followed by a shadow
and its supposed to guide me
and keep me safe
...
an o to the day
when the heavens dont open
and the sun dont rise
for our lord has begun to crie
...
I'm an 19year old male with lots of bad memories of my past insights of war and love and very great guy who dont get treated as i deserve)
Scared Of Being Hurt Again
i cant chang the way i am
because i dont know who i am anymore
my life is like a leaky faucet
constantly running
no more room to hide
the monsters are gonna find me
who knows what they are gonna do
im so scared
im gonna yell
like a bomb with a short fuse
gonna explode the moment its lit
my love has been forgoten along with myself
the family in tears for the son they had lost
why have i been shamed
all the people i have blaimed
for the torture i have commited
i should be commited
no more pain
no more tears
im tired of running from my fears
i have to step up to the plate
and take a stand
be a man
like my father
and the same as his
im tired of crying
and leaking out these tears like a siv
my pain is intence and my life ruined
like after a war goes through a town
leaving it in ruins
i must clean up my mess that i created
and be the person im expected to be