الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Wish I was
Too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists
To which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go till it bleeds
Wish I was
Too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
