Risk BHC - 47 days spent in hell

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Vicious visions of suicide, the only thought that clouds my mind I died a thousand times running from what I can't face Sink the blade into my wrist, it's too late to begin again There's an endless void in my chest, no matter what it won't be filled All paths I take lead to one truth, in all my dreams I see the noose Love has forgotten me. Burning for eternity No end to this sorrow, there's no better tomorrow A living nightmare I gave a fuck, and now I wonder how I got stuck left here to fucking suffer Take my last breath, eternal slumber I'll feel alive when I'm dead MotherFucker My teas gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all Morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. Even if I could it would all be grey, put your picture on my wall. It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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