I don't belong,
don't fit in,
wanting to run,
but nowhere to
run to.
I'm all alone.
blackened is the soul.
My life forgotten,
my name erased,
though the hands
of time tick on,
I'm lost in a world
of pain.
Emotionally weak,
but mentally sustained,
I've lost all hope for
survival.
Blackened is the soul. | No one cares,
so why should I,
fit to die in my
world of sorrows.
To much lost hope,
so many regrets,
painted red is my future.
Emaculate dreams and
wishfull thinking
get me nowhere.
I'm stuck in a land
where I don't belong.
Forced to live an
existance,
I'd rather not live,
Tainted is the heart,
blackened is the soul,
my life. |
