In a public toilet shes a mess
with eyes torn up...
Looking at you
I know what you see...
Why am I here?
Why was I even born...
Guys not sure What i Should title should be...
i think in circles...
A rancid soul
Deprived of love...
Never have I been closer
Than I am today...
She sighs,
closes her eyes...
This is the side of me,
that you've always seen...
You ask me how i am feeling,
And my answer remains the same...
I hate to love and I love to hate
It might just be too late...
No one understands,
the way i feel inside...
If you keep moving
you can't cry...