Zelfmoord / Verdriet / Vriendschap
Once again i'm sitting here,
on the floor
thinking of my life
and what it has become
my life is wearing every day that f** mask
and when i come home the mask falls
together with my tears
No,I don't want to life like that
I want to be happy again
Every time I say to myself don't cut
but i'm obsessed to the scars and the knife
I'm sitting in my room with the radio turn
up so loud that nobody can hear me scream
I stand up and go to the mirror
There i see a girl wiht tears in her eyes and
scars on her arm..
She wants to go..
But someone holds her here..
Julie, thx for being there for me!!
- debootjeuh -
Gecontroleerd door: christina