Sometimes,
I just want to run away.
From this life,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this lie I live.
Sometimes,
I just want someone to hold me,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
protect me.
Sometimes,
I just want to cry.
From this bullshit,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this life I live.
Sometimes,
I just want happiness,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
the unreachable thing.
Sometimes,
I just want to die,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this is the only way out.
Sometimes,
I just don't get what I want.
I just want to run away.
From this life,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this lie I live.
Sometimes,
I just want someone to hold me,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
protect me.
Sometimes,
I just want to cry.
From this bullshit,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this life I live.
Sometimes,
I just want happiness,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
the unreachable thing.
Sometimes,
I just want to die,
or,
as I prefer to call it,
this is the only way out.
Sometimes,
I just don't get what I want.