Riddled in silence Cold in the warmth of home Friends turn their backs I don't know my place here Change the form Change my life Should I go for the gun Or will it be the knife Suicidial reaction Love swept like the tides The only one who would understand The one I can't have Confusions eat away sanity Cling to life Drop to the lowest level Made to enforce the laws made by the devil Change the form Change my life Should I go for the gun Or will it be the knife Emotions run on adrenolin Pumping clean and clear Life destroyed Passion is lost, no longer near Why is it always me I'm the only one who takes the fall Yelled and screamed at, left to cover deaf ears Silence is my only friend, left to mourn in the end Change the form Change my life Should I go for the gun Or will it be the knife You'd be happier if I was fucken dead Now that I am FUCK YOUBirth sign: Aries
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