gurr... |
Dark, alone, trembling,
Long sleeves cover these scars on my wrists...
I have no love,
I have no life...
Everyone has problems,
especially me...
Arriving in class, the room falls silent,
You lay down your books, though you hear it all...
When the lamp is shattered
the light in the dust lies dead...
The darkness it surrounds you, the pain you cannot bare. the bleeding wrists that you have, will make it all unfair... cause your the one with the scars, they just let you bleed. you watch the blood trinkle down your arm, they just stare in greed. |
Pain... it will always be there, but if you fake happiness, then it will only get worse. |
Leave me SHATTERED, |