A lot of shit happens to everyone,
Poeple die things get lost we grow on.
But sometimes we think we are over it,
When really inside we dwell on it.
Never to heal,
Never to deal.
Just thinking about the next time,
The next sinful crime.
A suicidal dream that Im lost within,
I see my wrists cut and I see my blood as being thin.
I cant tell you how I feel,
Cause you dont care if I really heal.
Just thinking about the next time,
The Next un-Godly crime. |
