The knife took away my life
It was the hurt that made it better...
My sister picks up the phone.
My mom answers with a sad tone...
There are now no-morelies,nomore tears broken...
He kneels down beside his father's grave,
Tears resting upon his face...
She lays in bed
hearing theyre screams...
You said I was it.
You said it was just me...
I am not like everybody else, I am ugly, pathetic...
By:Chimara...
Why do you do this,
why do you have to talk about me...
Isz phunni how i wanted
tooh jusz ferget evrithyn we had...
The feeling is growing
Bigger then me...
Thingz were tight,
Way back then...
You told me i was loved
Although i did not believe...