| Hurt me... and leave me to bleed. When you do so, the pain is allowed. Then it's OK, to feel this bad. Hug me, and show me you care. If you do so, I'll put on a mask. And tell you, that I don't need your love. 'Cause I'm doing fine, on my own. Look into my soul, of pain and suffering. Tell me, everything's gonna be alright. I won't believe you, but I need you, to have faith in me. Ignore me, and I won't borther you anymore. Pretend you don't see me, and I'll soon disappear. From you sight. From this crazy world. |
| Time... just give me some time, to figure out this game, I choose to play. Please, don't give up on me. On the things we've shared. It will come back. I will come back, someday. Don't know how. Don't know when. But I'll fight, if you want me to. But you don't seem to care. I'm trapped. In this world, I've build up on my own. In the pain, of physical and emotional self injury. I want to win this fight. I want to get trough. But I'll never feel victory, when living is hurting. Pain is good. And death is relief. |
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