An empty space.
Something that drives her crazy always plays in her mind.
He loves tranquility, why is it like this? She can't understand it, and if she does, she will be devastated, she knows it, only she knows it. Very strange...
The way she gets angry with her notorious scowl, oh, which makes her always look angry and screwed. With her, it is always with herself.
Every night he becomes vulnerable and every day he wakes up worse mentally.
He knows that it will end up worse, physically, his physique, his face when he looks in the mirror every time he gets up to wash that fucking face.
"I want to get out of here... Please,"
the echoes always resonate in his mind.
"In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void" "In the void"
Every night, at dawn, suffering for herself, only for herself.
She is not alone, and she knows it, it is just a vicious circle that she has not been able to get rid of for years.
Your mind wants to control you, it loves to do it every day of your existence.
Poisoned by society, her relationships, every day, the same circle. Isn't that how you wanted it?
Oh, sensitive, your little face says it all about you, the times you tried to end your life, it makes you think you're in hell.
"I hate who I was before".
«I want to get out of here... Please»
There are no sounds of the times you cried wanting to get out of the damn anxiety with everything, girl, those voices eat you up every day, wow, like when you hurt yourself. You can't run, you know that, right?
You can't even look at an armed man.
"I hate who I was before"
You don't stop chanting it every time you feel that in your chest again, guilty of your own pain.
