Wednesday, January 14, 2004
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
I'm begging
I'm begging
I'm begging
for the end
Not even the sun
could light me up
Not even your smile
could make me laugh
Not even the sound of my name
could make me feel usefull
Not even the beauty of your face
could make forget the ingnorance
I'm begging
I'm begging
I'm begging
for the end
I don't think I could deal
with this thoughts again
I'm sick of fearing
I'm sick of the
pain in my chest and head
I'm sick of running away
and the lack of air
I'm sick of everything
being the same as ever
So
I'm begging
I'm begging
I'm begging
for the end.
Copyright 2003 Ana Toniolli
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