A piece of writing is never done, but forgotten... |
Trying to live up to the expectations
Of someone's who life went into the ground...
The mask is failing,
The paint is melting away, fading...
There is an urge inside me
About to pop like a balloon...
If I left forever
Never to come back...
Trying to live up to the expectations
Of someone's who life went into the ground...
Life is a game
But a game on hard...
Baby you have my heart |
Well, he hacked my heart |
We can never be together |