Sitting in a corner,
in the bathroom.
Thousand toughts running to my brain. Feel drained. Feeling of pain , like knives trough the rain.
Feeling sorry for myself.
Sorry for the people witch life im in.
Feel like a paper in a bin, and now taking the medicin.
Who have I been ?
Not proud, not proud of what my life has become. Staring, not sharing and preparing to die,
in this corner .
The corner I putted myself into ,
because of you.
Because of you.
Thinking of all the screams,
bad dreams and the lack of all belives.
Its no point to keep on going,
because Im drowning, of not belonging.
I have pulled me at side ,
will anyone even know ,If I died?
I feel tided , pushed aside
Oooooooohhhhh......
Not proud, not proud of what my life has become. Staring, not sharing and preparing to die,
in this corner .
The corner I putted myself into ,
because of you.
Because of you.
I let myself down,
did not let myself grow .
No I have no way out ,
not a single word comes out of my mouth.
Why try ? ,
or lie its going to be allright?
Its not to much,
its a lot.
Cant do It anymore ,
my soul is to soar.
Sorry ...... ohhhhhhhhhh.....
Not proud, not proud of what my life has become. Staring, not sharing and preparing to die,
in this corner .
The corner I putted myself into ,
because of you.
Because of you.
Bye.