

On The HillThis is the day I was left behind the victim of lonesome seven..eight...nine...On The Hill
Shots to the head,
I make a will that i will be forgotten leave your memories at the hill.
Where the bullets were shot,
And a bled a deep sleep please forget my name and the promises you keep.
That were never broken,
Even when we tried just don't look back for iv'e already died.


Only When I CryOnly When I cryOnly When I Cry
A salty tear runs down my face, Once again, I'm down in this dark place. The demons here all know me by name, It's a dark, demented, twisted kind of fame. The echoes surround me, they scream my worst fears, I want to hide, want to cover my ears, But my hands are tied, by the bonds of my past, I'm living on quicksand, I'm going down fast, Sinking lower and lower through the secrets of my soul, I search for ways out but I've nowhere to go, Curled up, crying, the walls, they cave in, Now I must pay for my treacherous sin. The scars on my body I c
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That was the day birds fell from the sky...
*Shalora
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Give hope, dream, motivation and feeling.
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