Rotting
Дата 09/03/2009 14:43:43 | Тема: О себе
| Won’t you wake up human?
Laughs are only your imagination
And still you’re sick of confusion
Dreaming about intoxication
Pleading for little peace from God
A little peace in your heart
Sometimes you’re full of it
But now you’re not.
I’m sick of these seasons
Wait for my rising
Wish I could erase these feelings
Wish I had no tears for crying.
Anorexia and slow suicide
Won’t make your end fast
Mock friends live by your side
Spoiling all your best.
I always dream of best days
But where are they? And will they come?
Where did I hide my face?
Watch failing of all I’ve done.
I forgot the face of sun
Imprisoned emotions inside
Too angry, dead one
Got no passion to fight.
I tried to live in past
Unforgiven hurts and tears
But fading in black too fast
I help my dreadful fears.
Why? tell me Why?
i didn’t know what hurt is
I don’t wanna - I’m eager to die
I’m changing with this disease.
Dead one, young dead one
Was born to never know bout peace
Slowly rotting in this town
Tell me why? Tell me please?
Explain me why I live
To watch my heart gone iron?
I beg you I believe
In possible gift you’ll give
Please, Lord! Set me free,
It’s what I’m waiting to receive.
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