Here's a little story of the night.
Guess it's just that time to fly.
The tears shatter over your dead eyes.
Your heart beats to the knives, making you die.
Trying to sleep forever, maybe or never.
Life is just a game we overplay, game over.
The sounds you make beneath the waves, drag you closer.
You feel so sore, it's tiring, you're falling even harder.
You forget your own face even more, come over.
Don't walk away, keep up the pace, come closer.
Chill spree, the murder gets too easy.
Why can't I just be happy?
Where is my happy ending?
If only emotional pain was physical, I would ie from my injuries.
Chill spree, too easy.
I'm a zombie eating off my apathy, need a cold drink, water won't do shit for me.
I need to wake up and deal with life, hopefully I die tonight, I can't deal with this for life.
Darkness understands me while light just blinds me, my heart's a little dizzy, I'm feeling almost missing.
My heart is leaking through me, can't feel the pain, I'm losing my own sanity.
Chill spree.
