Watching it all Burn

Watching it all Burn,- Dedicated too Jane Volturi,

She sits in her corner,

Singing herself too sleep,

Wrapper in all of the promises that no one seemes too keep,

Too consumed in this mascarre,

She no longer cries too herself, No more tears too wash away,

Just miles of empty pages,

Feelings gone astray,

But she will sing, Til everything burns,

While everyone screams,

Burning their lies,

Burning my dreams,

All of this hate, and all of this pain,

I will burn it all down as my anger reigns,