Blood goes round and round
Inside my heart there's a great sound
I am a flower quickly fading
Constantly lost, constantly aching
What does God want from me?
I exist like a stone, a failure to be
Falling from heaven to the ground
With no real thoughts, a devil's playground
I eat alone in cafeterias forgotten
Wearing old clothes, loose cotton
What's left of me is dull pain
A rotting cancer of the brain
I try to walk and exist in truth
And drink pharmaceuticals to sooth
The burning feeling in my body
While I waste away my money
What will tomorrow bring?
Will the birds once again sing?
Will I be able to lift myself?
And find a place in the world's shelf?
Do not enter. Leave this place
And please do not remember my face
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
Blood goes round and round
Inside my heart there's a great sound
I am a flower quickly fading
Constantly lost, constantly aching
What does God want from me?
I exist like a stone, a failure to be
Falling from heaven to the ground
With no real thoughts, a devil's playground
I eat alone in cafeterias forgotten
Wearing old clothes, loose cotton
What's left of me is dull pain
A rotting cancer of the brain
I try to walk and exist in truth
And drink pharmaceuticals to sooth
The burning feeling in my body
While I waste away my money
What will tomorrow bring?
Will the birds once again sing?
Will I be able to lift myself?
And find a place in the world's shelf?
Do not enter. Leave this place
And please do not remember my face