little girl wants a monster truck little boy wants a fairy doll forbidden little girl wants to be a boy little boy wants to be a girl doors closed and eyes closed wishing for a brighter tomorrow closet doors creaking open light shining in closet doors jammed open
Death has knocked on my door Many times before It lurks in the corner Longing to take over Over my soul Crush it in half Bring me to pieces
I hold on to the little ounce Of hope that I have Because... Death has knocked on my door Many times before I try to decline But nothing can stop the death When it has set it's mind
I am the target Like I've always been From I was little to now I've carried this sin The sin of feeling inadequate When death's on my door To take me away And crush my soul
Death has knocked on my door Many times before It's like it wont stop Till it has reached it's goal The goal is my bottom My undoing My end It's getting closer and closer For each and every day
What should I do? Was I born to live feeling dead? Die not having lived? Death has knocked on my door Many times before There is soon nothing left to do But to give in to temptation And relieve this sin
i like your smile and how you smell and how soft your voice is and maybe no one knows how i feel about you, but the wind knows and the late drives on stretches of highways and smiles up at the sky know