

What will you do?What do you do When your parents don't understand When your friend is forced to leave When you feel like everythingWhat will you do?
Is hopeless What do you do when you're yelled at Constantly When you don't understand
and you want to die? What do you do?
When your parents don't care
As to what you go through When you've been through Hell and back More times than you can count When the few you trust Are leaving one by one What do you do?
What will you do When you've got so much On your mind you would explode If you had


Till the endAll the small glances all the slight touches All the things you said to me All the small hopes that sparked inside my mind All the feelings that arose and almost died Those feelings that sent my mindTill the end
Flying up and over the edge the things you did when it mattered most The words you spoke when we were close The actions I'll remember until the end of time The things unsaid still stick in my mind I knew in my heart it was meant to be Not from the start but eventually I'm not going to lose you over a stupid mistake This means way too much to let it slip away They


The EndHow do you knowThe End
If your innocent or not When your constantly reminded
of your mistakes? How can you be sure That it's finally over When it happens again and again? How can you look into her eyes When you know what you did was wrong? Will everything be like this For the rest of our lives? Will it ever eventually end?
When you look at her Knowing what she's been through Do you just want to hold her Or kill the one who's to blame? When you gently kiss her And hold her tight Do you ever really let go? Do you wish you could &n


Our Lives StoryThe earth is our grave That no one can escape The soil that we walk on Will be our eternal beds Once flesh boneOur Lives Story
and living bodies Of human kind Will sleep soon enough Six feet under All the fame And all the fortune
Will vanish in the dust Of what was once our souls People think
Life is a game And they take things for granted Until they're laying On their death beds Wishing they hadn't
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