If I went out the back door nobody would stop me.
But where would I go?
Put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness.
There is no beat in my chest, because there is nothing left.
God knows one day you will finally see,
That scars will heal, but that they were meant to bleed.
You know I’m going to fight, though I might be scared to lose.
Nobody can fix me if I’m part of the problem
I can’t believe that when I breathe,
There’s something good inside of me
I'm on my knees and I'm hoping,
That someone holds me tonight.
[ bericht aangepast op 28 feb 2013 - 10:16 ]
I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to get yourself to the top.