This Letter*This Letter*This Letter
I'm writing you this letter To show you that all these things will get better I love you more than anything And this you simply must see Cause I carved our names in wood and blood
On the old Sickamore Tree.
You're initials blend With blood and ink that mend The scar I made just for you My love
I'm writing you this letter Hoping that you'll see That forever you have become a part of me You're name is writtin on my heart For I carved it with my fingernails
and put it in a jar
Now my
Bullet proofBullet Proof.Bullet proof
I shot myself in the head At first I thought I was dead I opend my eyes And to my suprise I was alive
So I try it again But it just wont work And then the Blood begins to squirt Its oozing out the side of my head ItsGetting all over my bed The site is amazing So still I am gazing As it piles up
There is a tear in my eye But not from the pain Its from the self protection you've helped me gain When we first started out I thought We would goof But now I see We're Bullet Proof.
The Graveyard~*The GraveYard*~The Graveyard
*The GraveYard* Dead trees, No leaves, Gravestones, White snow, Cloudy skys, Winters Night, There's people all around, But no one hears a sound, The wispers at the way top, Could even hear a tear drop, Wind so cold, Sky so dark, Shadow creatures in the Park, Crows upon the Gravestones,
You could even hear the dead moan, You're scared, You're frightend,
Cuz no one is around, Things in the trees,
You're down on your knees, Just before you hit the ground, And as you fall, You hear the call, Of the G
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We are genuine, and yet regarded as imposters;
We are dying, and, behold, we live on;
We are sorrowful, and yet we always rejoice;
We have nothing, and yet we posses everything.
2 Corinthians 6:8-10 (paraphrased)
lmao
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