Morbid

Morbid

They Call Me Morbid
They Say I Need Help
While I Say What they say
The Walls : The walls are killing me
Closing In
While I Suffocate
In A Corner
Crying For Help or A Halo
Let Love Go Let it all pass by
like that car
What?Why?
The Only Answer Is That I'll Die In what You say
I'll die inside your dreams
you'll find out
I only died
not in your dreams but
here now