Im so tired of being this weak,
broken at every joint,
I can no longer keep my peace.
How many places do I have to burn?
how long before its finaly my turn?
I see the red sky,
Blood spilled by words,
backstabbing is the worst way to die.
cue in all this pain,
It has time to piss me off,
And its never the same.
Same style of hurt like the other days,
Lets see how long it lasts,
When I cut my veins away.
When your in my place you will see...
Exactly Why I hate,
Why I love,
Why I cant wait,
For death to come. |
