Memories pretending to be what they aren't anymore
clashing tides seal the lies fronting at the door//
you knew another that wasn't my lifetime
I concealed the weapon but not the crime//

And this is my story............

Murderous skies filled the night air//
trapped and deserted on a midnight care//
blessed to be the only one//
guilty as charged for possesing the only gun//
dying to learn what violence held in store//
crying to heal what was left at the door//
emotions that were screaming left in the dust//
all that filled the night dew was the missing lust//
consumed by anger even angels must pay//
and that's just what I did on that rainy day//
I didn't have the choice to run on my own//
Not one person could consume what I was about to condone//
I'm conviced it was that minute in the alley when I lost all control//
Nothing but bitter memories left outside my goal//
I would acomplish pay back and forgive his crimes//
I didn't know there was something else in store for my rhymes//
So I stood there left in misory//
Until a saint came with my history//
I drew someone else's blood sentced them to hell//
and for that I can only run free in my own little cell//
Padded walls didn't exsist so memories could run free//
It didn't take long to see what was torturing me//
Angelic yes, but how I can't explain//
for every tear that is dropped now I feel your pain//


"I'm trying to be more like me and less like you"~~Linkin Park