gardenian
soulburner
Sometimes thinking of suicide The thought that sharpens my mind Deep down in manic depression I only hear my own cries These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly Look out from the edge of my world Those feelings of losing every sense of touch I tried to reach with my hands Sometimes thinking of suicide The thought that sharpens my mind Sometimes life feels much cheaper So cold, dull and grey These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly Look out from the edge of my world Those feelings of losing every sense of touch I tried to reach with my hands