i'm losing myself...
all my strings are being cut...
the puppet show is over...
i'm losing my ties...the ropes of life i'm hung by ...they're coming down
my world is falling but a new is rising...
my hopes and dreams are melting under the feet of my love and hate...
there's a war in my heart...
i'm losing my happiness...
if i could paint the scene...i'd just smear my blood on the canvas...
if i could enact the scene...i'd just drop dead in my place...
without happiness life is too real...without reality life is fake...














Comments
i like the end part best.
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After 12 years with my psychiatrist he said something that brought tears to my eyes... "No hablo ingles"
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