Me

I can't tell you why I do the things I do.
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew I could tell you why I do the things I do.
But there's no point in explaining myself to you.

My actions are taped to me.
And there's no one else peeling pieces off of me.
And If one wants to try, then tell one to bring their sword.
Because I'm fighting this hard time as if there were war.

Think Of Me

I know this is kind of cheesy, and I wrote it in about 7 mins, but I guess it has some meaning?
Let me know what you think.
I wrote it as a song.






"You walk into different places.
always looking for familiar faces.
but did you ever once think of me?


Well, I'm no famous artist.
But I paint what I see in time.
From your first walk to your
romance talk.
I never was behind.
No I never was, I never was behind.


So now you're far away now,
living on your own now.
I bought you that golden key,
that leaded you into victory,
but did you ever once think of me?
oh did you ever once think of me?

Well, I'm no famous artist.
But I paint what I see in time.
From your first fight to your
midnight crime.
I never was behind.
No I never was, I never was behind."