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A Note To YouA note to you,My faint hearted.A note to you,My dearly departed.Looking through these photographs,Wishing that the good times would always last.Unable to recall a day of joy,Without feeling like I was someones toy.Whishing you were here with me,Often on dark nights I wonder how our love would be.If things hadnt turned out so dark in the end,I never thought Id lose a friend.Never will I forget the sweet sound of your voice,Even if someone gave me the choice.For your memory will linger on,And me forever withdrawn.So to you I write this note,Because I saw the last note you wrote.To me to say goodbye,How I want to hold you one last time.Goodbye to you my love,May you rest in peace.
The Trouble With LonelinessThese days seem to be creeping along,Everything seems dead and gone.The cold kills the warmth of a room,Leaving only sadness and gloom.Curled up in many blankets for warmth,Though the temperature may change,The sadness never seems to go away.How had they been?Why hadn't they called?Will all these questions,I wish I knew the answers to them all.Deep down it hurts inside,That no one really noticed.Maybe they were too busy,Consumed with their own problems.Someone would notice if I left,Someone would care...Wouldn't they?
For Vengeance And FreedomStand up and fight,Or be ripped to shreds.We will not make way,Our knives are sharp not blunt.We want bloodshed,We want to deliver pain.We are the twisted sons,That you turned your backs on.We are the ones youve wronged,And we wont go down without a fight.The ones you pushed and prodded,Expecting no reaction quite like this.For far too long weve let things go on,People unpunished for things theyve done.Blood will be spilled on the graves of your fathers,Though we know there will be casualties.Regaining our freedom will be difficult,But worth every ounce of pain we endure.For nothing is sweeter then something well earned,Especially something thats been taken away.