About

I am without a heart, without a soul, without someone to call my own. Without these things you might as well be non existent. Or a nobody. Someone that does not bid worthy of a heart, or a friend. Someone like me. I used to think that being a nobody didn't matter. Because I had someone, someone to call my own. He doesn't remember me now, which makes me more non-existent, more of a nobody. I wish I could go to sleep and forget about him the way he can forget about me. If he wants to forget about me, he can. I can live without him, I might as well have no emotions. I am indeed a nobody.
Theme Song
Change my attempt good intentions
Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
But I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
And please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt
Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
Crowned hopeless
The article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know
Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self inflicted his perdition
Should I, could I
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Should I, could I
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