| Bio: |
The intention is clear, I stare.... with this left hand, unable to be worded
Everytime I bleed, there lies a reason to live.... And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
the final
One by one it multiplies.... why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart... I can\'t go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as flowers of vanity
So I can\'t live
What\'s lost can\'t be born again
A song that\'s not even seeking the proof of living
Let\'s put an end.... the Final
Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide |
