I'm a I cold?
Or is it that I am dead,
Am I cruel?
You tell me you think you know me so well,
I'm wating rip it out,
I cant feel anything,
It grips me,
My body falls to the floor,
My hands covered in blood,
I like what I have done,
Blood spilling from my wrists from my throught,
Am I dead?
When will this madness go away?
So sick of hearing it from you,
Im dealing with my own things,
Dose it look like I care,
It's not my fault he wont talk to you,
Misery is my only friends now,
I must be DEAD! |
