quiet, i'm thinking it's kind of difficult i can't uphold the conversation it's difficult to sympathize my need to resuscitate intensifies the bolt thrust sharp right between my eyes inside i crumble, perishing intentionally, explicitly there's nothing i can do nothing i can do, nothing i can do 4, 3, 2, 1, boom explosions deep inside my head it feels as if a tank just fucking tore apart my insides sometimes i wish that i was dead it's me who's ping ponging back and forth across this empty space i'd rather be slammed by two than to take anymore so what's the use so what's with you? i never said i'd take you down there never said i'd see it through yet shit just happens i'll never know what fucking hell has put me through i guess that i deserve the beating the kind that's not intentional why must i do only things that please me there's definately no escape, i'm caught i'm caught, caught in the middle |
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