The stinging cold eats my warmth
and I am all alone,
like I'm the only one on earth
my heart's a heavy stone.
And I can't find a single friend
I'm too afraid to trust.
No one will even hold my hand
my heart begins to rust.
What if I never leave this void?
Can nothing pierce this shell?
I feel so fucking paranoid
alone inside this hell.
I'm getting used to the knife in my back
I don't know how to trust.
I don't know how to love anymore
my heart's covered with dust.
And I don't have a hope to cling to
there's poison marrow in my bones,
the sickness in me eats my warmth
and I am all alone.















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You're the fucking best, Cammi! <3
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