I feel like I'm screaming in the dark. I'm screaming for
someone, anyone, to take my sadness away and let
me be happy but I feel like nooone ever will.
Everything I touch turns to gold then ash, and I'm left
kneeling in the cold wind on a quiet hillside at dusk,
trying to find anything thats left.
I'm so sick of death and war and I hate peace just as
much. I hate the women I love just as much as I love
them. I want everyone around me to be happy but I
couldn't give a fuck how they feel.
Why do only the good die young, because they are the
lucky ones. Why do I only get like this at night?
Because I'm alone with myself.
I feel like I've run out of tears.