Forced to a tyrannical design the clothing So ill fitting on a shell that isn't mine. Body mangled by nature at its worst, A life so desired leaves a taste of a bitter curse. Remove me for this never was my choice. Sick of living falsely - screaming without a voice. Remove me from this encasing I despise - A world of foreign feeling within a mask of tear filled eyes. This is not a cry for help. The cocoon will burst, freeing me form this hell. I'm nailed to the earth in the wrong fucking skin, The pain of pushing forward giving way to caving in.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
