Stop if you can see the warning signs,
Burning in my forehead,
Slowly ingraving into my skull,
And so the end is dawning,
I see the blood apon my hands,
And know it is my own,
And so with hand and with my soul I know which way to go.
Tiredness and bordem,
Lonliness and Restriction,
Bringing my whole life down,
But strength is not that makes me think,
That now is wrong to die,
Must not I cry,
But smile forever
Fake and worthless,
Losing my tether,
I see the end could come so fast,
But i don't like it it won't last,
To die and give up would show the me,
That i hate and try hard not to be,
So fight the day and night I shall,
And on I will live till end comes.
Naturally Beautifully, helping my soul fly |
