You can't see my pain,
all my cries are in vain,
you can't see my fears,
in these endless falling tears...
I'm living this suffering life,
in my heands I'm holding a knife,
I can see my arms full of scars,
and my soul is scattered like the stars...
You don't catch me when I fall,
just can leave me in this darken hall,
you hurt me with words, not with fists,
for every word I have a scar on my wrists...
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Are you able to change or even just to see?
I have no moire blood to bleed,
but my biggest wish's just to leave...
Hear my final call,
see me when I fall,
notice that you broke my heart,
for I am finally falling apart.
Thanks Kenny
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