I used to believe in fairytales.
In love at first sight.
I used to believe I could do anything,
With a strong enough might.
I used to wonder,
Why would people commit suicide?
Isn't the world so colorful,
People beautiful deep inside.
But now I see that's not the case.
Now I see suicide is meant for me.
Crying my tears alone in silence,
Waiting for my demons to set me free.
Now I still believe,
But I believe that people lie.
They are dark inside.
And everybody dies.
