I used to think that having a life could be fun
but now I know that life can turn it's back on you
all I want to do is turn around and run
people would think you would too
you're probably thinking 'what's wrong with your life? '
do you want to know what I'm feeling now?
I could end this kind of life with a knife
because I'm so sick of this town
on the outside I may seem happy and full of cheers
but on the inside I'm crying nothing but tears
because he put something inside of me
and it's called nothing but fears
he got me believing
it was my fault
it may seem decieving
but here is the real truth
it was nothing but fears
I cried and screamed in pain
I ran for help out in the rain
I know I'd might as well go insane
walking down on memory lane
yeah just nothing but fears
it was nothing but fears
it wasn't just fears itself
it was all the lasting tears
it's nothing but fears
I can't be with no one plus himself
because it was all nothing but fears
he is the reason for all of my fears
he caused them and flooded my face with tears
he stuck something in me and it was very painful
it was him it's his fault
not mine it was hime he caused it all
how am I to go through with this pain
shame shame I knew his name
should I runaway or suffer in vain
or wake up screaming in this bad dream
if I knew he came
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem