Cobain4life

She is like the swallow that flies on high, she is like the river that never runs dry, she is like the sun beaming on the leigh shore, I love my love, but love is no more. How long How long will I slide, separate my side, I dont, i dont believe its bad, Slitting my throat is all I ever. Hands are all twisted, pointing at me, eyes down. Beware The bottled thoughts of angry young men, Secret compartments hide all their skeletons, little girl wants to make her home with him, in the middle of the shore she wanders, dont know what you asked for, all young lovers no why, nightmares blind their minds eye, young and handsome so knew to your bedroo

Apathetic or Hypocritical? We turn our heads, we glance away with shame, To all the horrors of life...unless of course it gives us fame. We stand up to lead, to make a change, to finish the job for those that came so close, instead we smile at the camera and strike up a pose. This is our generation, generation x. we love to party, laugh, and text. we glare at those who refuse to accept this new way of life, the ones that are stuck in the past, yet we continue to live life like it wont last. We listen to the words from those before us, the ones that stood for something true, the media, the TV, the parental advisory, what does it