Starry starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloddy rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me. EVERYDAY IN SCHOOL'S LIKKA HELLHOLE. I TRY TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF IT AND STILL END UP STUCK IN THIS MESS. Wts engin=no pride lol. Awkward silence when you tell people you're from engin hurhurhurhur.