I like it when the pain is numb...
I hate myself when I wake up.
I don't know what I saw in them...
What I really want is love.
I wish that I could say...
Beyond a weakest doubt...
That I trust you fully with my heart.
But that's a lie.
I wish I could believe in you.
I wish your story was the truth.
And I wish you really cared.
But most of all I truly wish that this could work out in the end.
And silently I'm praying...
That you just won't give up.
That you won't let me leave without a fight...
But I know that would be asking to much.
So I'll drown my sorrows...
And all my tears.
I'll let the vodka bottles pile up...
Till I'm nearly dead.
I'll go to parties.
I'll get drunk again.
I'll get arrested.
I'll wake up in someone else's bed.
And like all the others...
He'll turn around...
He'll watch cause I'm BLEEDING...
And for once in his life he'll feel my pain..
But by then it's far to late.
And then I'll pick up all my broken pieces...
For one more round of suffering.
And I'll hope that my next opponent goes easy on me.
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Bleak
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