Perhaps time would heal nothing
I have weird fantasies in my head
My mind is always spinning with thoughts
Wild thoughts
Thoughts that graces my flaws
Circling my insecurities
Covering my scars
But I bled more
The mask is hurting me
One day she say
One day she'll be free
Dancing under the moonlight
Dancing with the daisies
Dancing with the beauty
But that was all her fantasies
Her head spun again
This time she's in the prison
Singing with the ghosts
Singing with the demons
Singing with the evil
And they indeed ate her alive
I can't take this anymore. I'm not titanium. When you care, it will be too late.
By then I'd be dead and gone.
All thats left will be my corpse
Engraved in hatred
Engraved in bruises
Engraved in depression
Nobody could help. It was hopeless.
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