Sadness,
is coming over me
destruction is the answer,
I just want to be free.
From the demons and the pain,
cuts are appearing on the skin;
it keeps me from going insane.
What will the future bring?
More dark clouds coming over,
or will I hear the birds sing?
See the sun shine for a while,
shall I cry even more tears than now?
Or will I be able to smile?
Tears,
are rolling down my face
crying my fucking guts out.
They're leaving a small trace
of the pain that's hidden inside.
So tired of crying myself to sleep,
every goddamn night!
Dear God, I don't believe in you
but if you should exist;
make some of my dreams come true.
I'm lost in this life of mine
my hope is dissepearing so fast,
I'm walking a thin line.
In this world I am really lost
N voor R