I felt the
darkness as it tried to pull me down,
The kinda dark that haunts a hundered year old house,
I wrestle with my thought,
shook the hand of doubt.
Running from my past,
I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
Iv'e lost my god damn mind,
it happens all the time.
I can't believe I'm actually,
meant to be here.
Tryin to confume,
the drug in me is you!
I'm so high on misery,
cant you see?
- Falling in reverse
Girls
Are like
apples
On trees. The best
ones
Are at the top of the
tree.
The boys don't want to
reach
For the good ones because
they
Are afraid of falling and
getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the
rotten apples
From the ground that aren't
as good,
But easy. So the apples at the
top think
Something is wrong with them,
when in
Reality, they're amazing.
They just
Have to wait for the right boy
to
Come along, the one
who's
Brave enough
to
Climb
all
The
way
To the
top
Of the
tree