This broken day will come and go Broken and battered with nothing to show Could this be the better part of my life Something to hold on to white knuckle tight
I wait for something You gave me nothing I wait for something real Something real
In the air I hear the sound of your voice Too many questions with no clear choice On my mind are the clouds in your sky Will they rain down on you the day that I shine
I'd get down on my knees With open wrists begging please Oh won't you be my angel of sweet nothing All that was said about the feelings I've bled I want to disappear My peddled flower my finest hour I've Grown so tired of living this life --SOiL*Something Real--
What's wrong with me? -I'm a cutter -I'm anorexic/buliumic -I'm bi-polar -I have depression -I've attempted suicide 27 times. (pills, slit wrist, choking, and drowning) -I'm nothing.
Please forgive me, for I have sinned.
Dead to the World
I smile so the questions will go away and the people will stop worrying
1,2 Freddys coming for you 3,4 Better lock your doors 5,6 Grab a crucifix 7,8 It's too late 9,10 Gonna kill again
I want to disappear
Hate, is that all that’s left to feel? Pain, when I’m stripped, nothing else is real. Love, the soul, a shard I won’t regret. Lust, pleasure, the addict lives for this.
These religion pills make everybody ill and high enough to kill.