I'm sorry I'm not happy
I'm sorry that i cry...
I know you saw me crying
You knew that i was scared...
When i said that i loved you
You just walked away...
Tell me that you love me
Before you run away...
Push her down
And make her shut up...
When i feel fat
you make me feel thin...
Push her down
And make her shut up...
She was just another girl
who tired to run away...
Here you were
here you stood...
I guess it is a good thing
that now I don't call you dad...
The cuts on her wrists tell a story that words could not explain.. |
But all that is left |
Give what you have |