everytime I try to love, it makes me cry
wishing to fly..far away from myself
but now i see, the only way out of this misery
the way to die..
but I'm still here, on this cold world
body from flesh and blood,but with an immortal soul
behind al the filth, I try to see the goal
there is no light in my darkness
because the only thing I see is dirt
thinking about her, the whole day
my feelings are like barb-wire
but still having that great desire
to be beloved and someone who's caring about me
another reality, but thats the way it had to be
now it's to late, sitting in my room with a sharp opject
trying to change the thing everybody suspects
a whole new chapter in the book of life
sitting here thinking and playing with my knife
still keeping damaging my body parts
there is no end when it starts
so much pain, you can't describe
I have to stay alive..to write
but anyway, who's coming out on top?
not me because I'm a born loser
and you? the man? are my soul abuser