the begining from the endlife goes on and i start to question why i'm here, was i really meant to be here, am i supposed to love him, or was it an accident? Am i really supposed to be here right now doing what i'm about to do. these are the questions going through my head at this very moment. my name is ... and i...
Don't tell me...Don't tell me...That you understand... All the pain I feel... That's just building up... And you want to... Hold my hand... To make me... Feel... Safe.