andys-baby-mama Rebel Yell: chapter 1 Chapter One: Running Away Esme’s POV “C’mon, Sparrow! Leonard’s gonna hear us if wewe don’t tell your damn feet to shut the HELL up,” I barked. I’m Esme. I’m 18, well, 19 today. We woke up at three thirty AM so we could go to the airport to fly to an Asking Alexandria concert. “Sorry,” she replied, as our mom’s door swung open and her husband, Leonard, stepped out of it. Mum’s gone on business so only he was there. “Where the hell,” he began, “do wewe bitches think you’re going?”
Welcome to your life we have got wewe in our sights And thoughts of God are better left alone It`s in your head black n blue what they told wewe wasn`t true Come along and fight with the unknown The Armys grown We`ll pray to all the wrong decisions, Woah oh oh This time you`ll onyesha all that wewe can be Woah oh oh Grab your weapons now,we`ll run against the crowd And changing history Let`s take the vow,we will onyesha wewe how Your time has come for the New Religion
Those times in life we learn to try,with one intention of learning how and when we`ll die...but we cant listen I wish to god that I`d known that,I didnt stand a chance of looking back and knowing why,or pain of circumstance.
You`re not alone,we`ll brave this storm So heres my song i wrote in time,when it was needed through pain of moyo au loss of mind your burdens lifted
wewe arent alone just know that I..cant save our hearts tonight. You`re not alone,we`ll brave this storm
Hello my love, Well good riddance and farewell to you. This marks the siku we met on your terms. Hello my hate, Well this marks the siku I killed you. So cuddle, make your bed, we broke the ice... You're only dead and...
I don't wanna be! Another dead-weight victim of upendo tragedy and, I don't wanna be! Another "look like James Dean" punk trippin' sanity and, I don't Wanna be! Another straight edge poser preachin',