I've been telling stories
ever since I was a kid...
There are nights,
Where I can feel the loneliness and darkness burn...
Ever just sit there, thinking you could end it all...
Not one single person would notice...
She is 20 now
She came from a broken home...
Tonight is not the night
This night is filled with fright...
I’m staring
Into the eyes...
You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...
"Ich bin müde, immer müde zu sein"
I am tired of always being tired...
This world of mine is burned away
as these black tears lose control...
She had most people around her fooled.
Others said she would be fine...
I felt my happiness leave.
My life began to disappear...
She sits there battered and bruised
her body aching in relentless pain...