lilidunell
It's not the razors, can't you see? It being alive that's killing me.
A Devil stopped by today And promising relief Offered to buy my soul Na, not today I said Still got another bottle of booze And some lovely pills But perhaps when they run out Or when I get bored We’ll make a deal
Depression is like riding down a hill The hill never ends, and the only way to stop is to fall Every day it gets worse The hill gets steeper, you start to get faster The only way out is to let it beat you
Tiny white specks Scattered, across the universe Such beauty unknown to man So simple, yet so enchanting So far away, yet seeming so close So close I can touch them now Their pure beauty dancing within my hands Now mine to keep To fight awa…