This is my life. I'm in hell. Broken and defeated. Used and mistreated, alone. Nailed to the cross by your words. Take me out in daylight, break my will, then bury my bones. Keep your judgement. I don't want it. I don't need it from you. Save it for someone who cares. Last to know. I'm running out of space to grow. My fear, it comes in waves. Force swallowing the days. I'm the last to know. This is my wrath. I'm a crow circling my hometown. All I hear is death on their tongues. Try to cut out my heart will a dull knife, burn me till' I'm just right, then seal it with a flower on my grave. As I sit here with my pen, I think back with disgust about how it all began. You'll face it I know it. You never could call me a friend.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
