the post mensus syndrome is comin against my way
shit it !
everything just dunt seem to get right
i nid tym to tink thru; i dunt haf
im searching my soul, lookin fer an answer
drawing nearer to de darkest hr of my life
...
lifting up my pencil, i cant even draw
scatches r all over de heart
i saw her face in de mirror
blood is flowing dwn her eyes
the sadness, the grief in her ..
the hatred she had for everything
why isnt all the knots of life, untied ?!
you cheated on me, arent u happy?
the feeling of stabbing right thru yr heart
i rather jump into my grave
somtimes, running in the rain willl drive away all totx
finally i just wanna say
i haf no courage to tell u ..
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