So sick and so twisted im losing my mind
No one will be able to save me this time
so paint it black and just forget me
Just turn away but dont regret me
my blood shot eyes peer into your heart
your all the same pretending to like me fron the start
sick thaoughts twitch and jitter in my head
malice intentions make me wish you were dead
why wont all my pain just go away
i just wish all my emotions would just decay
in the end i just get hurt by what i protect
i guess getting hurt is some kind of side effect
DUDE thats deep man I can relate to that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But, most of us even enjoy this side effect, right? You have a great sense, keep it up, fri! !