Sad emotional |
Oct 01 2009 |
Fake friends tell me lies
instead of why
make me hate, my only life
make me pick up the fucking knife
Tell me what you hate me for
words of love? more like hatred,
Pretending and messing with my head
Make me feel
less then real
make me be
less then me
stop doing this listen to me
soon i won't exist
and you'll be sorry
too late
those secrets have already choosen
my fate
Now i pick up the scary blade
no one there for my aid
swallowed by darkness no longer afraid
Happy memories start to fade
The fake friends are the ones i hate
I'm sorry, i can't do this any longer
i wish i was stronger
If only more people were like you
Maybe i wouldn't have to
because what i am doing, it means cutting not killing myself.
