Breathing.
This all just feels like Death to me
and here I am, forced to keep on breathing
Knife stuck in my chest, bullet through my neck
Words cannot convey
and here I am, forced to keep on breathing
Knife stuck in my chest, bullet through my neck
Words cannot convey
Rain.
One day the rain will fall on you instead of me
and I will not be here for shelter.
and I will not be here for shelter.
Cold.
When you accuse me of not being good enough, remember this
It was you who raised me.
It was you who raised me.
