It's like my chest yearns for something
This emptiness in the way I speak...
The twisting of my mind, the escape is not far...
this space i am so familiar with, the bottom of it...
As days go bye. I find myself Asking the same...
To whom do I owe the pleasure?
I leave behind mere scrapes in the snow...
As i lay in my bed,
I wish I could blow of my head...
Fly away,
Little Birdy...
There's a pretty girl
In a pretty dress...
Why can't everyone hate me
and not love me at all...
Heartbeats raising,
emotions grizzled...
Here we are again.
Heart is what holds me...
Little by little I gain which was lost,
My soul, my all, amongst crushed dreams...
Please just hand me a blade. One that is new and...
Give me a blade so that I can have one friend who...