Κυριακή 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

i will make it


 i feel dead..
 scared
 alone
 unprotected
 i feel anyone can play with me
 then throw me away
 everyone can hit on me
 everyone can laugh of me..

i'm so cold..
so cold..so pale..so careless..so DEAD
and noone's telling me it'll be fine.. i'm not even believing it myself
nobody to Hug and hear one "i'm with you"
i swear
 i just swear
 sometimes i feel 
 like i can't anymore..
 but I-WILL-MAKE-IT..