Why, it's a question I ask
all the time.
How will this pain end?
I'm terrified and lonely,
I have no one else by my
And I rush out and cry,
and think that I'm ready to die.
Grow up and be my own but
the world is almost made of stone.
(Almost made of stone)
I escape from all this,
it makes me feel guilty,
it makes me feel shame.
I escape from the time and
wish that it will never
reach me again.
It's my own fault but I
don't want to understand it.
And I rush out and cry,
and think that I'm ready to die.
I wish I had a pistol or knife
to take a bit of my life.
(A bit of my life)
Take a bit of my, take a bit
of my, take a bit of my life,
And I rush out and cry,
and think that I'm ready to fly.
Grow up and be my own but
the world is almost made of stone.
And I rush out and cry,
and think that I'm ready to die.
I wish I had a pistol or knife
to take a bit of my life.
(A bit of my life)
To take a bitter, to take a bit
of my life