Walking towards the sun, walking away
im going to live until my final day
walking, wiping away my last tear
walking, life is just another year
slowing down, waiting for a tear to drop
waiting, waiting, waiting for my heart to stop
waiting for my smile to go wide
but first I need to forget every time I've cried
Sleeping, try to dream of a happier me
imagine where you're meant to be
it's not with him, it's down here
your cuts will disappear
your only sixteen, not ready to say goodbye
not ready to die, not finished until your last cry
Why leave? Dont you have a heart?
Why leave? When you're still at the start?
your hearts broken, but it does get better
dont you enjoy not having to where a sweater?
t-shirts show the scarred skin
and then everybody will know you let the devil win
Guy's will not help, neither will girls so stop
before your blood turns to it's last drop
stop, so you can be truly fine
stop, that'll be your last line
~ Nom ~
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