ThunderstormsOh, ah, this feeling of dark loneliness;More Like This
I feel like I have talked so much of it!
But what am I supposed to do? I guess
I let it rot my soul, oh, bit by bit.
I was about to reach my paradise,
Where love and happiness bloom like flowers,
But some sweet thing appeared, something so nice,
And I fall again in this dark hour.
And though my sweet, sweet rain falls frequently,
It comes with thunderstorms and lightning bright.
Oh, how I long to heal and be set free,
But such a thing is gone just like that light.
Could I be truly free from such a cage?
My birds just sing for freedom from this stage.
ReflectionI hate youMore Like This
You damn disgrace
I hate your body
Your fucking ugly face
Sick of your lies
Your disgusting eyes
I hope you die
You fucking pig
An insult to Earth
Your mother should have
Killed you before birth
You are nothing
A complete waste
You spoil my senses
From smell to taste
I hate looking at you
You don't even matter
I swing my fist at your face...
The mirror shatters