†Beba† |
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| Clairvoyant disease
Dust begins to fall, to the ground.
The air is cold and thin.
Thoughts are haunting me as I look around.
This will never end and I'll bleed forever.
Don't acknowledge right, just dwell on wrong.
This spot in hell's where I belong.
I've come so far - it's been so long.
Don't know why it started or where it came from.
Outside shell is strong – confident.
But slowly eats away.
Like a man plagued with disease, I try to fight.
Through my pores it seems to seep.
When I'll bleed forever.
Don't acknowledge right, just dwell on wrong.
This spot in hell's where I belong.
I've come so far - it's been so long.
Don't know why it started or where it came from.
And you sit there and do nothing.
You're content with doing nothing.
There's nowhere to run and hide,
When you're living to die.
Stuck alone inside your head,
Better off dead.
The phone would ring in the empty house,
No one's around.
But in my life, I wanted more,
I needed more,
I taste more.
Edited by giada7x - 18/12/2015, 23:21
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