As i sit here thinking about every hurtful thing...
When i think about all those times you've pushed...
Shivering from coldness, she sits alone
in the abandoned forest of over grown trees...
Morning rises, cheeks dried out.
Youth wasted in between the tears...
Standing still, not moving at all.
Wondering again where I went wrong...
Baradah, the drying river
would you send my spine a shiver...
The voices that screamed their protests
so loud yet so silent...
Awaken by dreams that burn,
Frightened by cries in the mind...
Finally she reached out for help..
Only to hear everyone be so...
Her mind is so jumbled and mixed around
The knife has her so trapped and bound...
Slicing her fresh skin
Knowing the razor always wins...
Hello, hello, is someone listening ?
Hello, hello, is someone listening...
You see me as just being trivial and cross, but...
But it's days like these, bittersweet, where I...