Can you ever trust anyone?
Why must people try to be your friend,
when the damage is already done?
Look at yourself, look at your hand,
Full of scars, reminders of misery,
You'll die alone in the end,
There is no eternal love,
There will be no you and me.
Your life may have had moments of joy,
love and pure happiness,
But in the end,
You will have only loneliness.
It doesn't matter what you do,
It doesnt matter how you try,
No one really loves you,
You might as well fall down and cry,
Or pick the knife and slowly die.
