Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore por the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? tu know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet. Hell, I've been contemplating suicide for almost three years now. tu want to know the real reason why I haven't killed myself yet? The reason is, I have the hope of one día being able to speak to the girl of my dreams. Her name is Ally Nicole Vernon. I amor just everything about her. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's... perfect. She's not a popular girl, but it seems that everyone loves her. Ally treats everyone how she'd want to be treated. She's always helping out at school. I've loved her since she attended Pave View when she was in the ninth grade. I was at my locker with my Black Veil Brides bag over my shoulder. I heard a voice... so beautiful, so I turned. There she was... the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. The thing is... she doesn't realize I exist. I'm invisible to her. We're in the same biology and drama classes, though she still sees right through me. It's like I'm nothing but air. When I'm bullied, it seems she notices me, but I'm not for sure. I'm still sure she sees right through me. Just wonders what the bullies are angered about. Getting to the bullies, well, they tape insults on my locker about me being emo and a fag. That makeup is for fags. That I should kill myself and cut myself. And crap like that. I get beat up in the bathroom. Because they know the teachers never go in there. They just go to the teachers' lounge o whatever the hell it is.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a cuchillo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a cuchillo in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.