insubstantial,
Never ending tunnel
So cold, So cold, so cold
It\'s dark inside could we turn on a light?
The bastard took my torch along with my life
Now there\'s this sickening that grows inside me
Makes me purge and forget what my purpose is
For all I feel is the cold bitter air
Ciculing my abdomen with sweet sweet death
Woebegone,
Tears can\'t come because I\'m too angry
They\'re red! They\'re red!
Oh fuck she\'s done it again!
How many times must I hear it again?
I know it\'s true you don\'t have to shout it!
I\'m tired I\'m tired of feeling so tired
Too tired cut or cry anymore
Lie down safely and forget my melancholy
sequestered,
They\'re gone.
They\'ve left me
No one really actually cared
So I\'m lay here writing poetry pretending not to care
Oh what bitterness has overcome me now
Oh dear, oh dear I\'ve done it this time
Left in this darkness hurt once again.
desensitized,
Theres a light at the end of this tunnel
So cold, So cold, so cold
It\'s too bright could we turn off the light?
The bastard took my torch along with my life
Now there\'s nothing left to break off me
I don\'t know who I am again
For all I feel is the cold bitter air
Ciculing my abdomen with sweet sweet release