If what doesn't kill me, is supposed to make me stronger. Then why the fuck do I feel so weak. Separate the weak from the innocent. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. No backbone/ no self worth No identity/ no credit, no gods No more lies, I pray, justify every wrong doing. Clench my hands, close my eyes, look to the sky. Pray for me! I need to be saved The struggles never ending, bound by the lies. But I push through all the pain, separate the weak from the fake. This is what you've made of me, a product of force feeding! If what doesn't kill me, is supposed to make me stronger. Then why the fuck do I feel so weak. Separate the weak from the innocent. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
