Friday, 14 November 2008
i cant take the criticisms.
if you cant take imperfection.
just take me as though im transparent.
i feel like cutting off my ears
so that i cant hear a thing
i feel like cutting off my mouth
so i wont sprout nonsenses
i feel like cutting my hands
so i wont do anything wrong
you can just chop me up into a million pieces.
i dont even want to live.
maybe i just dont cherish my life, what i have.
if you cant take imperfection.
just take me as though im transparent.
i feel like cutting off my ears
so that i cant hear a thing
i feel like cutting off my mouth
so i wont sprout nonsenses
i feel like cutting my hands
so i wont do anything wrong
you can just chop me up into a million pieces.
i dont even want to live.
maybe i just dont cherish my life, what i have.
what we could have been, 21:20.
