Beyond The World.

I'm Still Writing To Thee

I have got lots of problems this days

I got kicks and stabs

I got knives at m back

Bats are flying in my brain

The darkness doesn't want to go in vain

Anger and sadness is what I gain

School, tests, exams

A lot of study and crab

My face is in the mud and the grass

My blood is boiling

But I can't control the temperature

My mother think that I'm a cword

While things is not in my hand

Black and white

That's my darkest night

But I'm still writing to thee

I'm not going to stop expressing me

To you

Never stop the move

Yeah I'm hopeful

But I'm hoping against hope

That's for sure