Death is my passion
Death is my game
no matter how hard i try ,
it all turns out the same
Nothing seems to change
I cant seem to break through
this great wall of shame and pain
Im standing stilol in time
only standing here
watching the world go by
(waiting for it to say goodbye)
Time and Time again
things only repeat
time and time again
I cant bring myself to speak
I cant see the change in me
the beauty everyone else seems to see
Sometimes I think that maybe
Im not meant to be
no one can realize
how much itd mean to me
to be wrapped in anothers arms
to feel feel the warmth of someone who is ALIVE
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