Yes, I meant to spell it that way. Damnd is a poem about how I go to unbelieveable limits to be different, and I still have copiers. It's completely true.
I'm Damnd.
Without the E.
Like in evenesance, it's plain to see.
I'M not different.
I'm not the one.
******** the world who does
What I do.
I like to sing and write,
Scene in bright lights,
Closed away in stress
Locked in my room,
It must be the best,
It's plain to see,
That everybody copies me.
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All the emotional things in my life.
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Your shriek of pain,
And the tears you cry,
Is my Vein,
My lullaby.
Still you never say goodbye,
And I still have to wonder why,
You want to make me cry.
So just stop your lie.
Though it seems hard to get by,
We can do it,
Sweet Lullaby.
~~Macy~~
And the tears you cry,
Is my Vein,
My lullaby.
Still you never say goodbye,
And I still have to wonder why,
You want to make me cry.
So just stop your lie.
Though it seems hard to get by,
We can do it,
Sweet Lullaby.
~~Macy~~