• bleeding_truth 9w


    Making my way down the no man's land
    All these houses around yet no shelter.
    All these monsters around,
    I pick up my weapon, aim at your direction,
    shoot at my reflection, shatter my perception.
    They want me to beg, they want me to plead, they want me to die.
    Pitiful at times, miserable inside
    How can I survive?
    I should just say goodbye.

    I want you to let me go,
    Let me go,
    Let me go.