March 2010
I push my fingers into my eyes... It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache... But it's made of all the things I have to take... Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside... If the pain goes
Claiming he's an innocent soul Son of a silent force Under pressure but all so cold I better light the torch Cause he's able to do it again degrade and suffocate Getting the useful support from his pa
Ska jag vara helt ärlig så är jag så jävla less på mitt liv. allt jag känner inombords är tomhet sorger och svek. jag känner mig som ett tomt skal som bara vandrar på denna jord utan några
The time will come when I shall be dead, And no words of comfort for me shall be said. I shall die in a place that I barely knew. Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield. My body could not ever be
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