Razor blade roses
Stained with tears...
Almost in tears
Yet, faking smiles for my peers...
All i did was take the drug to kill the pain,
so why does everything hurt more...
I want to know how did I get here
Fighting my sickness and drowning in fear...
Slitting
sliceing...
To cut ones wrist
to let the blood flow...
You keep me in a desk all class,
to do stuff that i hate...
Oh young women sitting in the park, Oh young women...
Sitting in the Dark
Not knowing Where you are...
A pillow pushing hard against my face,
To soften my sinful cries...
Don't waste your time on me
Don't waste your breath on me...
The sickness is an evil agent.
It grabs you despite your wealth...