Feeling Different, Not the same
Is this feeling mine to blame...
Im laying here in silence, staring at the ceiling...
My heart is bleeding,
My soul is pleading...
Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others...
There's no sense in playing games
Playful things aren't razorblades...
I used to be a dreamer
Who sat at the back of my mind...
I insert the knife deep in my vain
pull it out with agony and pain...
The light bleeds through the door
and your life before you flashes...
I'm alone on this tiny beach
As the wind blows through my hair...
Fairytales come true for some
and they waste their lives away...
My blood I bleed is black,
The tears I have I do not lack...
I saw a girl just today.
Not a word did she have to say...