(no subject)
Every time you open up your mouth
I fear all the words that you can say.
You cut me up with shuttered glass,
And you prevent me out from finding up my way.
I’m broken up inside by all the thing you say...
You don’t know and don’t feel my pain,
Controlling how I live the life, with whom lay...
But even you don’t know what happens in my brain.
I’d gladly cut myself if I could feel the pain.
The thing is that misunderstanding is a fake.
We speak different language in this game.
You scream, I keep the silence in God’s sake.
I’ll bleed to death then you’ll hang up on a lamp.
The conflict’ll be resolved, and I’ll decamp.
I fear all the words that you can say.
You cut me up with shuttered glass,
And you prevent me out from finding up my way.
I’m broken up inside by all the thing you say...
You don’t know and don’t feel my pain,
Controlling how I live the life, with whom lay...
But even you don’t know what happens in my brain.
I’d gladly cut myself if I could feel the pain.
The thing is that misunderstanding is a fake.
We speak different language in this game.
You scream, I keep the silence in God’s sake.
I’ll bleed to death then you’ll hang up on a lamp.
The conflict’ll be resolved, and I’ll decamp.