This emptiness I’m slowly losing my head I’m losing myself I’m losing the things I once
It’s too depressing Wanting to write But nothing In your mind But black pictures
He was there Held his frozen hand Kissed his forehead He used to say “One more my child,
This world is not a conclusion It’s just a small illusion I’m still in a great confusion Between what’s real And what’s the illusion
Lost and torn apart I wish I knew who I am But I don’t Sometimes I wish you were here Other times
And what would you do? If you felt for a while That everything will be fine Then you came back Crashing to reality
She said... she said It’s nights like these When she would whisper to herself “You can sleep” It’s nights like these
So what if I put myself out there Will you listen to me Or pretend that you don’t care What if
Everyone who came across her, Thought she was one of a kind But she had her own state of mind She’ll literary hang herself on a tree
I was looking At him Slow heartbeat Aching low screams I watched him
You were always there Living in my heart You were my little secret When we were apart I was stupid I was dumb
Once upon a time There was this weak girl Covered herself with sheets And covered her face With cold frozen fingers
They aren’t just scars They are the demons They are the nightmares I fought… They are the insults I get The feelings that I can’t reject
A voice that no one can hear No one can save me No one can interfere It’s just a small scar Twinkling like a star
All pure hearts Once lived in hell For they had problems They wouldn’t tell It was the pain they felt