Lies that cling to me,
my beauty is not real,
you tell me so,
but I dont know,
I dont feel pretty,
I feel smashed and killed,
my soul is empty,
and all that holds me here,
is the thought that death might only be the begining.
As you tell me these lies,
and I slowly die,
inside and out,
no escape for a fallen angel,
doomed to death,
the paths already set,
and all though I fight,
it seems no use,
for all those lies,
are covering me,
breaking me down,
makeing me frown,
ripping whats left of my soul.
Crying seems no release,
it just enhances the pain,
the pain that will someday take my soul,
if I dont find a way to glow,
but I dont care,
not anymore...
they took you away,
and thats the only thing that almost held me here,
and now that its gone,
my heart will die,
like being fryed,
it will slowly slip away...
no more games to play,
just let me go,
atleast this pain would stop,
and even though my soul is empty,
I find a way to cry,
because I'm so ripped up inside. |
