Post by unknown13 on Feb 3, 2013 1:22:38 GMT -5
There is only pain and no gain
As these days go on and on
I go hours thinking of my horrible memory
Wishing it would just wash away
But it has stained me like ink
It's permanent, stuck on the back of my head
I'm suddenly wishing I was dead
I must speak
But I freeze
I must yell
But I wheeze
Help me, help me
I can not speak
As these days go on and on
I go hours thinking of my horrible memory
Wishing it would just wash away
But it has stained me like ink
It's permanent, stuck on the back of my head
I'm suddenly wishing I was dead
I must speak
But I freeze
I must yell
But I wheeze
Help me, help me
I can not speak