When you look up to the sky
and the stars they don´t shine
the sky it cries
and the world it lies
the people they take
until theirs nothing left to give away
people tare their pieces down
while others just frown
until their soul cant take the pain
the broken have nothing left to gain
the world is tough
and the road is rough
can you hear the endless words?
can you hear the endless screams?
do I even mean a thing?
was I just another shame?
was I another piece in your game?
am I just a walking corpse hallow as can be?
or am I alive ?
although I feel dead inside
under my pride
under my joy
was I just another toy?
in this game for two
I´m broken over you
don´t know why but I wrote this with my little sister, we´ve been through hell and back as I try to teach her how to let go of the pain inside. I write and now she dose too.