I hated the world because I hated myself,
I couldn't find a decent person inside of me,
and I could never laugh
like I know I used to do.
Just take me to the past and point out the part
where I first started falling,
did I know then that I would never be able
to get myself back up.
I was getting used to the sound of teardrops
and the feel of them drying upon my cheeks,
they used to come in floods,
drowning me beneath grey skies
that I could never seem to escape from.
Who am I now?
The girl who never cries a single tear,
because her heart is made of a concrete so cold,
that it is about to freeze
for an eternity in hell.
