My mind is thinking, much to fast, my thoughts go on and on
I cannot rest, I cannot sleep, the darkness creeps up, over my

My mom isn't my mother
she hide the truth behind lies
All the day i worried, all the days i cried.
Thinking that she would

The Truth

I seek the truth, but it runs too fast
covered with oil it slips through my fingers
the oil drips, drips, and drips
the

Little Person

Did your hear the whisper echo deep inside my brain,
Did you hear the footsteps follow me? There they are again...
Have

Yesterday fades, a new year coming soon
But nothing changes the stars and the moon
This world will change despite its surroundings
Everyon e