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Doves and Lovers.I learned at an early ageThat dreams don't come trueThe doves have died, the lovers liedAnd thats when I knewThere's no one in this world to trustNo one to believe in youThey won't make you happyThey won't help you throughAnd at that very moment I thought,With a heavy heart,No one would ever help meOnly shoot me with another dartBecause the lovers had lied, and the doves diedAnd finally I knewBut the doves are alive and the lovers triedTherefore it was just my point of view.
Sick, Infected With?Contaminated, I was bornBorn with the pain of a million years,Born to hurt all those but myselfBorn to save myself.If I should leave,Depart those who have taken care ofMe, all but me?I would hurtThem, myself?I wouldn't hurt, I have no painThough I was born with plentyIt shows none although through my eyes.More of this is to come,Until we either give up or die out,I was born so.
Cranium. Ch. 22.JamesI walked the street, hood up, eyes down. My two main goals most nights were to find a place to stay tonight, and some food to eat. Raddick would usually provide the second, he always found a way to get an extra portion and save it for me. The most comfortable alleyway I could find before dark, when things got dangerous, would provide the first goal.I did have a gun, but it only held one bullet. It was a gift from my father the night he kicked me out; he said "emergencies only, you bastard." Then he pushed me out the door.At first, I was scared. I didn't eat real food for about a month, and what I did eat usually came out of dumpsters. I lived day to day on the thirty dollars I had gathered before I left; that meant a water bottle would last a week, and food was optional. I had ten dollars left. My clothes got cleaned when people helped me out, my hair got cleaned when I found an unusually large gas station bathroom sink, and my body got cleaned when it rained. Also, I hadn't