Silent tears is all I cried
Silent helps is all I scrams
No one to care
And my life will never be fair
And it seem like all my smiles are pasted
In my brain is being wasted
Everything black with no light
It's almost as I'm lifeless with
No more strengt to fight
And this will be over
The tears
The calls for help
And the silent needs
So I rock and rock
Until me silent calls are answered
very interesting
The only problem with the story carved on your chest, is its hard to read when your missing your ribs..