it's cold..
And there is no one to hold..
I'm sitting all alone..
On the floor..
Blood is all I see..
The things I'll never be..
Is all I'm thinking about..
The things I can't announce..
Tears never stops rolling..
In the end..I'm the one who's falling..
Holding the razor blade again..
To him..I was just a game..
Cutting my wrist..
Balling my fist..
Pressing deeper..
I was not a keeper..
He didn't love me..
To his heart.. I was not the key...
M.H
