And for what you're worth,
i still hate you...
As I watch them falling down
falling far into the ground...
She hangs gently above the abyss,
held up lightly by a single silken thread...
Something is burning
The soft part of my skin...
Blood coursing through my veins
Then exiting...
Glass is broken on the ground
Echoes of screams and cries all around...
* The war i fight is my fight only
* The cuts and scares are my own doing...
Somebody stab me
And make this all go away...
This can't be happening I think to myself
It feels unreal...
She sits in her room all alone.
Shattered glass, a broken phone...
A shiver up my spine
a coldness in my vains...
Have you ever been so close to death
you feel it creeping down your neck...