In this world she only has one thing to know, how to survive
but sometimes she sits alone
thinking to herself, why am i alive?
Why does everyone make the tears flow fast down her cheeks
the pain that she feels has been around for weeks.
When will she be happy, tell everyone and actually mean it?
and not have to do this, pretend and take other peoples shit.
She wants to be on her own
be alone
sit in a corner, think of the things she has done so wrong
have a pen and paper and put thoughts into a song.
a song of the start, a song of the end
a song of her happiness, and of her soul thats dead
the thing people call a heart
has been torn out and ripped apart
wuth someone elses bare hands
to the point she cant stand.
