Another tear drop...
Is another blood drop...
And another night spent on the roof top.
Thinking if I should jump off.
Or should I just stay there and fall asleep under the stars.
Stay for once again another day.
Another day of pretending.
Pretending to be happy and ok.
When the truth is I'm depressed and fearful.
Scared of every move I make.
Scared because it's always "my fault".
It's my fault even if I did'nt do anything.
The way I feel is my fault.
The things that happen to me are my fault.
Just in general it's my fault.
Everythings my fault.
I never asked to feel this way.
I just want it all to stop.
I want it all to go away.
I don't know if I could last another day.
Another day of feeling this way.
 
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