~ F*cked up me
I seems like I never gown up.. But anyway always bin f*cked up..
I look at myself like a mister-i-am-to-good-for-you..
But I know myself hates me to..
So sometimes I close myself.. Cowling in my shelf..
Crying day and night.. Crying and waiting to see the light..
I look at myself whit troubled eyes..
I know I hate myself, but sometimes it makes me cry..
My wings broke, I didn’t dream, It’s isn’t a joke, It makes me scream
It makes scars in my mind, scars that never bin healed..
Wounds that never bin reafield.
Yes this was me, this was myself, until I crowed out my shelf..
It was f*cked up me, I only was scared to show myself..
To let them see how I am, And make them understand..
I don’t love myself now, Sometimes I still make me cry..
I think the scars never heal.. But I think they will refeal..
This was my f*cked up me - Goodbye