These tears don't fall
Only crimson blood from my arms
I'm not mad at you or the world, just myself
Everything is distorted
I can't tell right from wrong
What's good or bad
So I do what I please
And hurt everyone around me
I want to end it all
But who would care?
I guess it really doesn't matter
These tears don't fall
They just crash on the floor
In the darkened room where I lay miserable
Hatred for everything around me
So I take some pills and cut my skin
As I make another sin
And try to forget what made this way
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Will I wake again?
No one really knows
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
These tears don't fall
Only crimson blood from my arms
I'm not mad at you or the world, just myself
Everything is distorted
I can't tell right from wrong
What's good or bad
So I do what I please
And hurt everyone around me
I want to end it all
But who would care?
I guess it really doesn't matter
These tears don't fall
They just crash on the floor
In the darkened room where I lay miserable
Hatred for everything around me
So I take some pills and cut my skin
As I make another sin
And try to forget what made this way
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Will I wake again?
No one really knows
