You mean everything to me,
You make me feel like I am free,
free from anger,
free from pain,
free from all the struggle that I've had to endure again and again,
The promised lies,
And those judge mental eyes,
People look at me like I'm a freak,
Just because i am willing to speak,
Everyones the same,
I guess in a way they're all to blame...
I walk this lonely path,
Thinking about all those times I've slit my wrists in the bath,
I am evil
I am sin,
I am the devil they call Djinn
Kill me now,
Save me later..
My shadow is my friend,
at least i know she'll be there until the end,
My music ,
My soul,
Is something that god stole,
The only things i had in my life,
Why didnt i kill myself with a knife?
I have waited here for years and years,
And all he has given me are tears and tears,
I am a curse,
I will never be somebodies first,
Thats the story of my life,
About the time I almost killed myself with a knife..
