I am sorry,
i have to leave this earth...
Razor in her pocket
Toothbrush in her hand...
Am I alone in this world,
Or are you here for me...
Faster and faster she runs
Unaware of where shes going...
I broke the fall that I was made
In the deadest morning that I have prayed...
I am the child
who wants to die...
I want everything like it used to be,
i remember my parents holding me in there arms...
In need of something so real
something to call my own and feel...
Sometimes when I'm sad
I crawl into a shell...
I was in his grasp for several years
Groping me, whilst I'd taste the tears...
Longing to be united
To piece that smooth flesh...
You cant hear me
I'm screaming on the inside...