The Misery inside of me may not heal my heart of pain for I am filled with blood from head to toe. If you would just shoot my pain and misery from my body. I may die with this pain inside of me. If I could I’d find a girl to fill my heart with passion and fill it back up with love for the love in my heart had spilled out when my heart had been broken for the last time. If my heart is broken one more time I would cause chaos on the streets of the USA. But if you dare hurt me I will also destroy me from your heart. Please fill me back up with love for I am only a boy with a big opportunity. You dare to make me mad I put the B in Bad. You ruin me I pull a pistol to your head and shoot if you don’t fill me back up with love. THE END.
Pain Of The Soul
September 1, 2011