little do her parents know they lost their daughter years ago
in her sadness she started having nightmares, cruel thoughts
and confusing them with dreams, everything looked so real
maybe it were the pills she never dared to take or the liquor she drank
the constant need of hiding the fear of being left alone again like always
winter was coming and so was the depression, it scared her to death
everybody's got their demons either wide awake or dreaming
and somethings just need to be mine and mine only..
I always loved to have secrets little things, big things, mysterious things
but with you I felt like I could share anything, the small things, huge
hysterical laughter, feeling miserable and crying like somebody died
if I had the choice to **** myself tonight without hurting you..
I would probably have pulled the trigger a long time ago my darling
and let's be honest it isn't you that keeps me alive, it never was you..
you can't live for another human you have to live because you want too
and maybe I didn't die that night because god wanted me to have this
these memories, the tears and joy, the experience of growing up..
I always was his work of art
there was a time I wanted to **** myself, maybe that time isnt over.