As lonly as a nun ouside a burnt down church
listening to my soul weeps and the sound of
angel tears
scared of ourn names written with blood all over my wall
I where a little to fast to think that you liked me
I guess
I hurt myself echtime I try to ride that bike so
why do I EVEN KEEP ON TRYING??
I want to shut myself down to be forever gone
wil someone miss me?
but I want happyness so bad that I try to trust just a little moor.
But what exactly is trust?
I feel so emty now
is it becouse I lack emotions?
This is what make us human
right?
the ability to trust another
and share a bond.














Comments
it has its ways to tear you appart
sad story, reminds me of my own!
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by opening your eyes you see the reason to everything,
but still you dont
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