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| But yet, I won't |
| I want to die But yet I don't I long to slash But yet I won't There is a gun Just up the stairs I want to use it And no-one cares No-one cares Because they don't know I haven't said anything My tears won't flow Everyone thinks I'm so called recovered But really I feel Like I am smothered I see a blade And it calls my name I see that gun And it's just the same See, I want to die But yet I won't I want to tell But yet, I don't. |
| ~sheltered vixen |
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