jag genomskådade dig för länge sen, du är elak enda inifrån själen.
det gör ont att det är du som gör det här, du och ingen annan.
I hurt myself today to see if i still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away but I remember everything. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone i know goes away in the end. And you could have it all - my empire of dirt. I will let you down, i will make you hurt. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liars chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feelings dissapear. You are someone else, I am still right here. If I could start again, a million miles away, I will keep myself and I would find a way.
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