Every day I break,
Falling to my knees...
I look through old pictures, as thunder booms...
With each loud crash, it takes my happiness in its...
I can talk to her about anything,
She always walks by my side...
I'm dying inside
Inside I'm dead...
I always lie awake at night,
In the darkness, with no sight...
Lost in a world
hurrying to pass by...
My heart is bleeding
So I turn to subtle knife...
My own little world i sit and slumber
my own little world i sit and wonder...
I keep all this pain locked up inside,
I try to run i try to hide...
Im sick of living this life,
And everything in it...
The blade is sharp against my wrist,
All it needs is a little twist...
Disconnection,there is no pension
am i ,disconentention...