You know I love you,
I know you really love me too...
Every time I cut my self,
I feel the blood drops roll...
My hurt winds are bleeding like rain drops,
My lost soul is continuing on it's journey to...
The ocean water,
singging to me...
Why am I trapped in this world?
Am I here to get old...
My skin is like it's made of steal, but my heart still lays here to heal. |