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| trapped.2013 by Blackbird. |
that used to be eyes.
I suffer inside because I don't know a thing of...
Why tears mean love, pain?
I don't even cry, I feel numb, I feel like everything has no meaning.
Was life even true?
We are going down and down and as I stare at my iced hands, that used to be creative...
I see nothing.
I feel the cold winter in my veins, I have no blood
just sorrow running on my veins
like liquid ice, like death...
We used to be so alive...
One song, saved us all.
I've got nothing to give, nothing to say.
Love it's just a distant dream, i don't care
Well, tomorrow... today
I just think of all the things I'm not, all that acid rain in my head, my heart's pumping venom, that comes from my mind...
I'm so sick of those palid, vacant sheets
The story that I need to tell but I can't explain.
The fictitious game
Well I don't exist....
I'm trapped by all these trees, trapped in my own fucking fate
And I hate my non-sense nights, all my senseless smiles...
Well I hate,
i hate being half dead.
When I write, I can breathe again.
xoBlackbird.
