It's Been 6 Years,
Since I Last Used A Blade...
I am nothing,
Not smart or pretty...
Beneath the earth,
I've been born of stone...
You act like you care
You pretend your there...
What is a home? What is a family?
In my life, it seems, that both are absentees...
The blood
seeps out of my wrist...
The fire in my soul burns,
to where I cant feel no more...
I feel the heat of flames
Of blame...
Step by step, left then right, Do you know she...
she crys in the middle if the night...
I wanna cry, but tears dont wanna,
I wanna see her, now that i need her...
For every text we made, i wish it was a kiss, but...
When i look up into the stars, i see me and you...