dying in the inside, living on the outside

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We all have our dark side, our pains,
Why do i feel like life is nothing but a game?

Lost and alone, no one cares no one home
Laying in bed, so much going though my head

Who am I, when did I get so cold, maybe because I don't have anyone to hold.

Pain rushing through my veins, tears bleeding through my eyes, since when did I lose hope and everything began to die, like a flower lost without water, dried in pain drowning in my sorrow, scared of what might happen tomorrow.

Leafs dried and breaking apart, same as my life living in grief.

When did my heart get so cold, I thought life was precious like gold.

Why do i feel like I'm alone and no one understand me, none of this is what I planned.

When did life get so hard, when did I let my guard down.

Maybe this is who I have always been, maybe I thought you can change me fix who I once built in.

Trust, love,kindness,respect; I guess all of these are worthless, my life is nothing but wrecked.

What is happiness, what is love, Aren't I spouse to feel cold and dark? What is respect, what is love, maybe I am better off alone, I'm better off on my own.

No one can cut me and watch me bleed, no one to breath the air I breath, just to make me grasp for a deadly last breath.

When did it get so sharp and painful to breathe, when did life get so hard for me to succeed.

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