the last piece of memory
tats all but gone
without any traces of it at all
my mind full of tots
wantin to say things out
there is little i can do
feels like i cant adjust
i noe i need to leave
but now where am i supposed to go to
time has not come
i still have to bear some more
pain in each swallow
feelin wun go away
so sick and tired of all the crap
nobodys around when i do
if onli there could be a 2nd chance
i'll do all my wrong rite
i'll live my life different
well if onli...
i could be lidat
maybe i would
i would gif up everythin
with me nothin
holdin onto tat piece of hope
heaven slowly turns too dark
if onli someone could tell me
wad i'll be wanderin around
i'm still nobodys child
i've got no luck
the onli way to survive
to runaway
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