So you threw me the knife
You ripped my vein
You let me bleeding
I thought I was going insane
In the cold dark night
And with so much rain
Like in the bad old days
Oh yeah the bad old days
Those days where I could only suffer
And no one would listen to what I say
You reminded those times with a stab
You left me here screaming your name
Chorus x2:
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
(I'm bleeding) No one listens to what I say
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
And I'm bleeding more every day
One day I'll surely run out of blood
I'm dying slowly and I can't kill myself
I walk free through the streets
But it feels I'm locked into a cell
I write my thoughts and feelings
All down in a paper sheet
You make my legs hurt
Yeah, I know, I know you only want me to sit
All these times you were always so far away
I'd love to see you (But you were so far away)
You threw me a knife
And now I just want you to feel pain as I do
Chorus x2:
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
(I'm bleeding) No one listens to what I say
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
(I'm bleeding) Like in the bad old days
And I'm bleeding more every day
YOU ARE READING
Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
