Why must it be so?
Why can I not find myself.....
If you could see these scars, they are a track record of mistakes.
So much blood. My own. Spilled by my own hand. But is it not enough? Do I need more? Than I will gladly give it to you.
Why cant we just be in love and be happy. Why cant I tell whether Im lying to myself or not?
Why can I not find myself.....
If you could see these scars, they are a track record of mistakes.
So much blood. My own. Spilled by my own hand. But is it not enough? Do I need more? Than I will gladly give it to you.
Why cant we just be in love and be happy. Why cant I tell whether Im lying to myself or not?