She writes her thoughts in her journal
She writes about the people who hurts her...
She sits alone in her room
Tears flowing down her cheeks...
Broken hearts are piling up at my door
Love around here is nevermore...
I do not know what to do
Everything I say goes to waste...
Play with scissors, play with knives.
Cut yourself, and live your messed up life...
Life is like a game, you must defeat it. You must enjoy every second to it, or you will lose. |
The truth begins to weaken him |