Emotions By Rachel Day

I declare I don't care no-more I'm burning up and out and growing Bored, I'm Smoked out my hair is shagging in my eyes Dragging my feet to hit the Streets tonight to Drive along These shit town lights I'm not grown up I'm Just Burning out and I stepped In the line to walk amongst the Dead.

Me

I scream in silence a Sullen Riot penetrating Through my mind Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self Control. Why am I locked up in my Mind. Did you plan this out? Am I feeling like a Social fool without a use? Scream at me till my eyes bleed I'm taking drugs Just for you, I've figured it out my doubts were someone else's Point of view, Waking up this time to smash the silence with a a brick of self-control.

Copyright ©2005  Rachel Day

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