KILL ME / SVICIDAL V
My breath is a waste of air,
All the people 'round me just pretend to care,
Only when I stand with a knife in my hands are they scared,
With my eyes closed I see a great world,
When they're open it's just a nightmare,
I cannot make up my mind,
Demons give me signs,
It's time for me to end my life,
But something's holding me back,
Taking a swing, I swallow saliva,
I can't believe that I'm alone,
I'm not sure if I alone can survive this,
I just want to be gone
My body lies on the floor,
Something's written on the wall,
My palms are red,
I don't know what to feel,
My soul's already bled out,
What will change these things?
My skin is very cold, I
Guess it's time to fall asleep...
All my troubles after troubles KEEP PILING UP,
To be honest, to be honest, I'M ALREADY GIVING UP,
It's easier for me to just LET THINGS FALL APART,
'Cause all the stress with PANIC ATTACKS TEAR ME APART,
I have no time for games,
School stuff fills my brains,
I have no life I'm a slave,
All I long for is the free space,
But after school there will be work,
I remember with nostalgia the times when I was a baby,
But to be honest, I feel like a test patient,
Wanted to be distinctive
But at the end I merged with the crowd...
All the people 'round me just pretend to care,
Only when I stand with a knife in my hands are they scared,
With my eyes closed I see a great world,
When they're open it's just a nightmare,
I cannot make up my mind,
Demons give me signs,
It's time for me to end my life,
But something's holding me back,
Taking a swing, I swallow saliva,
I can't believe that I'm alone,
I'm not sure if I alone can survive this,
I just want to be gone
My body lies on the floor,
Something's written on the wall,
My palms are red,
I don't know what to feel,
My soul's already bled out,
What will change these things?
My skin is very cold, I
Guess it's time to fall asleep...
All my troubles after troubles KEEP PILING UP,
To be honest, to be honest, I'M ALREADY GIVING UP,
It's easier for me to just LET THINGS FALL APART,
'Cause all the stress with PANIC ATTACKS TEAR ME APART,
I have no time for games,
School stuff fills my brains,
I have no life I'm a slave,
All I long for is the free space,
But after school there will be work,
I remember with nostalgia the times when I was a baby,
But to be honest, I feel like a test patient,
Wanted to be distinctive
But at the end I merged with the crowd...
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