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by zadyrose May 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I don't wanna talk, or even listen, the only thing wrong, is I'm still living, all i ever hear, the same every time, nothing i don't know, on the inside, how do i feel, like I'm wasting time, with every second, and every rhyme, it wont get better, theres no chance, for happily ever after, a romantic dance, so I'm going away, to a better place, so i no longer see, this hellish place.