crying out to the stars crying out to the sky making some scars wounder why
I say that I'll die but who really cares my life is a lie and I am in dispare
red blood gushes out making me feel all right have scars I can count every single black night
god turns his back on an innocent girl let her get attacked and have red stains on her curl
but who really cares that I can't stand my life I can't live in dispare so please hand me the knife
centheny1 · Sat Jun 19, 2010 @ 04:35am · 0 Comments |