tatto mappingInk, a colorful liquid That stains the surfaces That it runs across Staining it with the belief Of the wearer You see our bodies notOnly inside but outside As well is the canvas of life whileThe ink is our paint and with It we paint out our lives on our bodiesSo carefully that every mark That wines around our fingers, Crawls across our stomachs, Slides down our legs, covering Every piece of skin until you Can no longer see our wounds,Where we stitched back our broken Hearts, replaced what we Lost until not even us the wearer can decipher skin from Belief wearing them as it was their right to Be there up
stepping it upI'm tired, rundown, and worn-outI pushed and pushed untilI realized that I was just their Doll. A pawn in this game Called life, but my goal isn't theirs.I won't be held backI have done everythingWhoever else ever wanted me to do?And you know what?I am done.That's rightD-u-n doneWith everything To do with what could be And what I'm going to do "Spread my wings and fly away"I'm down to my last dollarDown to my Last chance Down to a whole new worldI'll break through the gates And watch their chains Fall off me along with theirControl. As I stand on my Own in a worldUnknown to me, I have just
i'm all i seeWith a grin so widely stretched acrossMy face as if insanity as taken control When the only loss is the ability For my amusement to be containedAs I listen to everyone sayingI don't get what she's saying When the answer to when I say I am all I seeAnd that answer is It is every And anything I chose it to beYou see it might seem just a Little strange, wired.But to me that is all that matters Defining who I am as a beingLetting my mind wonder In a sea of questions and thoughts So yeah I might be a little strange But I would never have it Any other wayCause waiting out there Are a thousand different possi
dreaming through lifeEver notice how this generation lives inA can do anything atmosphere. How The report of anxiety and depression has gone up. That We have been set up to a lot of false Expectations leading us into a lot of heartache You see our generation is the generation Of ironic. Think about it just how many People are chasing their dreams stillWe all heard about someone's dream And how we should continue to fallow Our own. But let's face the facts just How many of the people out there do just That how many of us say we are different And we end up being a puppet strung up By society we wish for these dreams To come true but ye
one yearI never dream I would Be swept off me feet I never dream I would meet my Prince charmingMy heart felt so heavy Locked awayI thought u were the one That I could love It was so great so wellBut now Its nothing More then a memoryIts been one year since I watched u go I thought love again I said would wait for u for ever moreTill u return home to me But I never dream Another could do the sameU seem so alike but ur both So different and my heart aced As I remember u but I fallen in love AgainIts been one year since I Heard ur voice sing to me One year since confined in uMy heart will always