U say ur wings are broken, and that u want to...
Alanna..we are...our own...falling angels...
Why do we need wars, to give somebody what they...
Why must in order to impress, have to flaunt...
So I’ve pulled the trigger,
Now what do I do...
As the girl hits the wall,
Her dignity and pride begin to fall...
I’m lying in my bed,
Trying to sleep...
My heart is a black hole,
This I know...
Once upon a time there was a boy,
who made me happy and brought me joy...
Fcuk you, Fcuk everyone,
Fcuk this life...
Dont wanna live another day
what id give for someone to take it all away...
Im sick and tired of being so misused
putting up with all your physical abuse...
I cut to release the torment
I cut to release the pain...
I watch as it runs down the sink
and i wash away the deep red ink...