Sick of Reality
Sick of reality, when will it stop?
as my heart wonders i still continue this thought.
Slip in the knife twist it around
try not to scream or make a sound.
my eyes are burning with all this hate
my life is simply just a long wait.
make it stop, when will it end
or is this life all just pretend?
Everything in life seemed so right.
Then after a while i start to loose sight.
Justification and principalities
Bloody my fingertips, twisted fatalities
wrong and right, dont try to fight
it will only make you loose all your insight.
Everything in life seemed so wrong.
Then after a while I realized I dont belong.
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