sometime i think of running from it all
droppin to my knee & take the fall
or take a gun & put my brains on the wall
somedays i break down& almost cry
praying to god that i'm ready to die
& slit my wrist for every lie.
droppin to my knee & take the fall
or take a gun & put my brains on the wall
somedays i break down& almost cry
praying to god that i'm ready to die
& slit my wrist for every lie.
other days i feel in alive.
then fake and deprived
wishing i would go to hell
and put in my soultary cell
to rot for life
& live alone with my knife.
i do this cause i'm with my fears
caused with no life and pears
demons screaming in my ears
when the wind screams
& i roll from my dreams.
i see ur face
& remember that i'm a discrace
somedays i feel like putting brains on the wall
cause i faced my fall
or should i run from it all?
snehapoorvam chitra
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