For things to be quiet
Quiet like the snow
I know, this isn't much
But I know I could, I could be better
I don't think I deserve it,
Selflessness
Find your way into my heart
All stars could be brighter
All hearts could be warmer
What would it take
For things to be quiet
Quiet like the snow
Are we meant to be empty handed
I know I could, I could be better
I dont think I deserve it
Selflessness
Find your way into my heart
All stars could be brighter
All hearts could be warmer
What would it take
What would it take
What would it take, for things to be quiet
Every other Sunday is the same...My grandmother(mom's mom) comes over and either Irun out so I can have a nice day or I sit home and fucking be a slave. I swear it's like they believe their disabled of somthing. Its fucking rediculoous. I be fucking peacful and left alone like its against their fucking religion or something. and the fucked up part is that they talk shit about me too. fucking lucky I don't know spanish. like wtf you make me do things for you then you laugh at me and talk shit. fucking go to hell assholes. I cant fucking stand them. ugh I'm like so fucking aggrivated I wanna cry.
Well I sat in my bathroom to calm down and relax. I played 'Louder Than Thounder.' on my ipod and picture myself lying in a big opened filled with no one around while rain drops slowly fell apon me but I couldn't feel them. It was peacful and I wish it was true.
