Is it me?
This face...
Did something happened to me?
So much pain...
So much blood...
I'm going deaf...
Why I'm in hospital...
When I should be in my bed...
Why the images flash in my mind...
Why I want to scream "Why money was more important than me?!"...
Did this car...
Was I under the wheels...?
Everything is so hard to understand...
Different day, and another war...
I didn't knew who they were, just pulled the trigger, and pulled, and pulled...
Standing strong, but with pain I don't understand...
With my angelic, empty mind...
Genocide... Slaughterism...
I forgive all...
So many hands want me to hit the floor, so many guns aimed at me...
But no... I refuse to fall.
Standing still, in this life I don't understand...
I chase my past, I just want to see her...
Something lost...
Why I'm crying after something I don't recognize...
I return to my soul...
This mind, that can't be broken...
Those hands, that belong to no one...
Inside, I will be forgiven...
But outside, I'm stained with the blood of others.
Opposite of everything they done to me...
Dying is the least of my fears...
Can't give up!
I have come too far to ever run away!
I still have to shoot many!
Can't let go!
I must be prepared for anything...
There's something wrong!
And the worst is yet to come.
This mind, that can't be broken... (It's already destroyed enough...)
Those hands, that belong to no one... (They're mine, but they do only what they want...)
Inside, I will be forgiven... (...at least I can forgive myself...)
But outside, I'm stained with the blood of others. (...but I do the right thing, they said...)
Those memories I have now...
Are they really mine...
I wish to know...
But... Now I...
So much pain...
So much blood...
I'm going deaf...
Why I'm in hospital...
When I should be in my bed...
Why the images flash in my mind...
Why I want to scream "Why money was more important than me?!"...
I don't understand nothing...
I'm not afraid...
Listening to sweet melody...
My forgotten life ends once...














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Holy water is just a plain water... There's nothing special about it.
- Shizuma Hanazono
The terrorism these days is not for the ones who are dying, but for the ones who are watching.
- Krzysztof Liedel
Dlatego też, tekst nie przypadł mi do gustu. Owszem, emocje są oddane idealnie (jesteś w tym po prostu mistrzem...), ale przez to, że są one Angelici, nie podobają mi się.
Chociaż w sumie, to trochę zrobiło mi się jej szkoda... Ostatnie dwie linijki są przepiękne.
Ale cóż. I tak jej nie lubię.
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Holy water is just a plain water... There's nothing special about it.
- Shizuma Hanazono
The terrorism these days is not for the ones who are dying, but for the ones who are watching.
- Krzysztof Liedel
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Visit my doll account: [link]
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Don't worry guys it's all just 100% plastic
Judge not on appearence, but personality.
Purpose overides emotion.
Why do we believe or disbelieve that of which we cannot prove?
If God truly is our father I believe we should have called social services
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Holy water is just a plain water... There's nothing special about it.
- Shizuma Hanazono
The terrorism these days is not for the ones who are dying, but for the ones who are watching.
- Krzysztof Liedel
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