I wanna cry...
But in the end I sigh
With a shaky breath and a pounding head
I remember what you said,
Emotions are weak
Thats what we do not seak
With a glare
There always a tare
Beyond that tare we care
Say what you will
I will not be killed
I maybe ill
But I will not spill that thrill
Hear the anoying yells
Each yelp leads to falling
And soon you'll be crawling
With the smell of ashes
Theres always a few flashes
Thats when my sense had a little passion
