Death of sun coming along
Broken and cold I go on...
My room is cold and empty
I am just standing there, completely frozen...
Bloody marks on my arms
healing up...
She took it as harshly as any other girl would,
The day that he turned his back and walked...
This is the generation that
will think about suicide...
Hold on
For one more day...
Churning darkeness
empty mind...
I'm so delicate,
I'm so fragile...
Drip drip,
Drip drip...
Blowing in the wind
Familiar voices...
When
When will the weakness come over me...
Crystal tears
bleeding marks...