The ones who care
And here I am
Once again
slowly dieing
inside my head
thoughts of death
and thoughts of life
my final thought
this bloody knife....
In goes the knife
out comes my soul
out comes the tears
I will go home
to were I belong
but have never went
I will look back
on the years Iv'e spent
Walking these streets
with nothing left
But these voices in my head....
Everything now
I see so clear
The dark has passed
Now I fear
I am moveing on
into the light
Were i will spend
All my nights
Broken homes and beatin teens
always walk these darkened streets
But they should know
Were always here
Because we are the ones
The ones who care.....
By: Steven cooke
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Think not about the time we have left but about the time we Have wasted.
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