Give Up or Hold On?
The voice she speaks is seldom there for fear to know the dispair when all will fall and none will right she lost will lose the said game, no fight. Question me, question her to say what be where is the cure that no one knows and no one will she remembers but memories fade still. Pretty girl you can't live without food, pretty girl memories will not feed you you tried to teach to learn to know you tried to feed when the anerexia starves you low.
Good bye my dream, my wish, my hopes, good bye to all I held on so. and still I hold but my hands bleed me and always I love dont want to break free. Some day you know all will be well and if not soon then do not need to tell what will be I could not say for fear of truth in words... oh no, I beg, I pray....
Good bye my dream, my wish, my hopes, good bye to all I held on so. and still I hold but my hands bleed me and always I love dont want to break free. Some day you know all will be well and if not soon then do not need to tell what will be I could not say for fear of truth in words... oh no, I beg, I pray....