no amount of alcohol and cigarettes
could fill this deep hole inside me
that only your love could restore
the flowers in my brain
i can't bear with my emptiness anymore
i do all this things for people and i still
wake up feeling empty, feeling nothing
but a piece of hollowed glass
young and naive still, said by the people
but this deep cut inside my wrist reminds
me that i'm still alive and this feelings
could surpass
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
no amount of alcohol and cigarettes
could fill this deep hole inside me
that only your love could restore
the flowers in my brain
i can't bear with my emptiness anymore
i do all this things for people and i still
wake up feeling empty, feeling nothing
but a piece of hollowed glass
young and naive still, said by the people
but this deep cut inside my wrist reminds
me that i'm still alive and this feelings
could surpass
