A girl stands seems okay, the sun is up it's a bright day, soft breeze whistles through, the willow tree's but didn't anyone tell you, don't judge a book by it's cover,
There are not enough people who want to try, not enough people who want to live, to break out of the normality there are too many people who give you too soon, too many people
My shadow, always next to me, my life long friend, telling his storys to me, battles with pirate lords, and saving damsels, i wish i could be, more like me shadow, not just some,
Suicide IS murder, not an attetion claim, suicide is to leave, and never to return again, suicide is final, thats it end of game, but there is always a reason, to end your own life,
straight as a rule, they lined, one behind the other, sister behind brother, they couldn't see the peril awaiting them, the painful death opposing them, children's eyes red from tears,