i wnt jus stop n stareWhen the insults stop, i know somethings wrong,
i tune my ears, to listen for the trouble,
its my friend that they're beating,
and he has no stunt double.
I get up to my feet, turn to see you in pain,
noone around to help, no place to go,
so i run straight up to them, forgetting the strain,
call one of the bullies, yes i know him by name,
grab him by the collar, ignoring my fear,
raise my left foot, and boot him up the rear.
Then look to the left, and see another heading for me,
no way out for me either, so i just head for glory,
a punch to the face, a kick in the chest,
"Im sticking up for my freind here! Forget about the rest!"
I scream to the crowd, just watching in vain,
when one little action, couldve prevented this pain.
B.M.F.L AMBERA friend to the end, a blast from the past,
i hope this friendship, will forever last,
So many good moments, not one without you,
how i lived without you, i have no clue.
Truth always comes first, never false or a lie,
so you ever mess with her, i promise youll die,
So much she gives, for so little in return,
yet when your upset, my heart starts to burn.
Pain, anger or threat to my on life, how nice
but none of these would ever stop me making a sacrifice,
that would keep you out of pain, or in a safe place,
where i could see you the next day and be greeted by your face.
a victims wordsSticks and stones may break my bones,
but words may never hurt me,
yet you try so god damn hard,
that maybe their not words at all.
Each word you say, feels like a dagger,
Each insult you throw, cuts through my confidence,
You gain so much happiness in seeing me upset,
maybe my death would be for the best.
You love to make me sad, love to hurt my feelings,
You hate it when im happy, so you cut me down again,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will always hurt me.
Words are words, but you make them so clear,
the way you say them at me, rather than to me,
You're like a soldier, your words the gun, me the target,
and you hit the bullseye every time.
You cut me down to size, yet i allready feel so small
i find salvation at home, but dread the next day,
is there anybody that cares about me?
Is there any way to stop the pain, any way at all.
I found a way to stop the pain, to cause you so much happiness,
You hate me so, i thought id go, and never be in your prescence again.
why hurt the ppl hu loveGuns and knives, murder and crime,
the streets are a mess, covered in grime,
tramps on one corner, hookers on the next,
muggers stealing peoples phones while writing a simple text.
Gang wars in every city, destroying our reputation,
a country going to ruins, with all the devastation,
the superpower falling slowly, under the eye of the earth,
could there be a savior, alive or enduring birth?
Murder solves nothing, but causes so much pain,
just for a few dollars, is that really a gain?
People are putting a price on life,
i dont value mine, so give me the knife.