Blow the last candle out. Let the wax harden. I wish I could stop crying. I wish that someone still loved me.(x2)
Just breathe and focus. How can I when the air is so cold and empty, that my lungs froze right in my chest? I´ll be honest the silver linings are getting harder and harder to manufacture, and the smiles are so difficult to fake. I´ll be honest the silver linings are getting harder and harder to manufacture, and the smiles are becoming so difficult for me to fake.
What do I have to do or who do I have to kill, to get what I want... what I need? What do I have to do or who do I have to kill,
to get what I want... what I need?
Happiness is an emotion I was born to this world without. Nothing pleases me. I can never be satiated. Through this toil I will breed my own distress and destroy my best hopes; fuck up the only things (that I love).
I watched my aspirations crash into the ground on the backs of the angels that I´ve slain. But I meant so well; I tried so hard; gave every bit of my soul; to what end? TO WHAT END!?