dead, dead, dead...
I don't know how many times that word allready crossed my mind.
why wouldn't I? why can't I? what stops me?
Am I afraid? yes I'm afraid
from what? don't know...
Bleeding, crying, pretending
those pretty words
understand by almost no one
only people like me knows what it feels to be tired of trying, day after day...
looking through those blurry wet eyes, filled with pain and sweet misery
see happy people, reminds me of the past...
don't know actually the feeling anymore.
happy, joyfull, smiling...
Dam, it's even difficult to spell all these words.
so close but yet so far away
thinking about the future
what will it bring? don't know
what will i do? don't know either.
Hell yeah, I don't know a silly thing.
WRONG
I do know that I won't take this anymore
do know that i want to fight but I can't
do know that I want to forget some things
And I do know that, at the end, my blood will be the past purest thing i will ever see...