A mess of insecurities, is all that she is
wondering today if she`ll die of if she`ll live...
I am crying
For the life i once had...
Gotta love it
Oh you love it...
I open my eyes
to the morning...
Nothing will remain the same.
Never again will I be able to offer...
Bit by bit, one by one
my now heartless body, becoming undone...
People laughing all over the Earth,
Giggling and being jolly for everything they're...
I'm lost in pain as I sit and think about my past...
I've been through enough to drive a person insane...
Ready to manipulate the paper
I sit down at the table...
I don't know how many lives a knife has claimed
But I do its calling me...
Every day she gets up, paints on her face
The lipstick painting on that cinema smile...
Time for a change, my voice implied
As my bleak words reached suicide...