Looking through A world I'll never understand,
Even when I have it in the palm of my hand,
What makes you think you own me,
Lost in a nightmear I build so long ago,
Inoccents raped on your willing soul,
Sick and twisted evil memories,
Closed in from the outside,
No one is home,
Left to fall apart by myself,
If only I could show you,
Maybe I am just a suicidal whore,
Eyes burn with hatered,
Falling on my hands and knees,
begging for the happiness I thought I once had,
I can't seem to remember the last time I laughted,
It all seems so long ago,
Eating away at anything that's left inside of me. |
