She finds her دوستوں in their blood swimming
Trying to composed when fact she’s crying
She hasty runs when she saw someone approaching
In the corner of her room, she’s sitting with fear
Discerning that her دوستوں killer saw her
Her door opens instantly
But she locked it already
With dread she stand and check for it
A hazel brown eyes and faultless curve lips
A lady with fine body and dark straight hair
There, a killer standing and smiling at her
She promptly slammed and locked the door
The she saw her frighten self in the mirror
She went nearer and noticed a dagger she’s holding
And a bloody dress she’s wearing.
look in the mirror please
if آپ dont آپ wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
آپ say your ugly آپ cry all night
آپ slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping آپ out
look in the mirror i know آپ are beutiful آپ just got to beileve in your self.
but آپ probaly wont why cant آپ see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want آپ oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke آپ are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant آپ see what eye see
i hope someday آپ will believe me.
if آپ dont آپ wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
آپ say your ugly آپ cry all night
آپ slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping آپ out
look in the mirror i know آپ are beutiful آپ just got to beileve in your self.
but آپ probaly wont why cant آپ see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want آپ oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke آپ are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant آپ see what eye see
i hope someday آپ will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays گٹار and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays گٹار and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls یا fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit یا speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake یا wave یا crawl
یا beg یا take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
یا get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls یا fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit یا speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake یا wave یا crawl
یا beg یا take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
یا get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
