Thursday, January 31, 2008

You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie


I hate feelin' like this,
I'm so tired of tryin' to fight this.
I don't wanna live.
I don't wanna breathe.
I don't wanna sleep.
I don't wanna dream,


Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Dreaming of the way it used to be

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How about a more cheery song next time. This is depressing.

Psalms 43:18-19

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?