In my room alone
lying on my bed...
I am not OK.
I haven't been OK in a long time...
I’m sorry for the person I used to be.
For turning into something I couldn’t believe...
I thought I knew Hell,
Although I really...
Somehow I made it
to another year...
Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
if
I had to...
A year ago
was a much different time...
"Ich bin müde, immer müde zu sein"
I am tired of always being tired...
Help me
Help me when no one else wants to...
She'll do what she's has to in order to get by...
She isn't sure about what's really anymore. So...
Love and pain are intrinsic, intertwined
Like a walking stick to a man that’s blind...