On my chair
I sit on my chair in my corner...
The Battle
Your hands on a shield...
When you walk in a forest
look up at the trees...
As I walk through the crowd
I have no friends, just candidates...
I used to be my own
my heart was free to beat...
Broken,
true silence...
I used to be my own
my heart was free to beat...
If you truly didn't care
why where you always there...
All those people playing cool
they think they rule this school...
Its bad
its loneliness...
His words stab at your heart like a knife |
His words stab at your heart like a knife |
Stained by my crimson blood |