Tekstovi: Broken Toy Airplanes. Other. Figures The Day.

one day if im walking i will just drop dead,
and you can be the last one to hold my breath.


doctors can prescribe me lots of pills,
but i still can't describe exactly how i feel.

and i am letting go,
and i am letting go.

and i must decide wether to confide,
wether to simply hide,
and i must realize i am a waste of time,
a waste of life.


you see me in the hallway and i turn pale.
when you hold my hand my heart starts to yell:

"doctors can prescribe you lots of pills,
but no one will ever know how you feel.
and you are a failure,
and you are a failure!"

and i must decide wether to confide
wether to simply hide,
and i must realize i am a waste of time.
a waste of life.