it doesn't feel like a cut
it's an ache that hurts down to the core of my...
Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...
Look into my red eyes and see
The pain that bites and claws into me...
You always believed in things like love and bad...
I never truly did...
Behind my sweet smile hides deep pain,
Do you see the pain...
I see the pain
It stabs me...
Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding...
Oh no, I think that I'm broken,
I scream, but I'm too soft spoken...
I am a worried soul
I can't play a single role...
Your charm no longer works on me,
my strength squashes it with both hands...
Long time ago it was written
A love story of two strangers...
What inspires you?
Why do you get out of bed everyday...