Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
Life is slowly killing me. It seems my whole world is crashing in around me. I've lost everything i could have hope for, my future my family... I don't know what to do now... I can't go on with this horror show, a terrifying nightmare called "my" life. My final decisions are to choose my weapon: knives or pens.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
There's nothing for me to keep my hopes and dreams (if i had any to start with) set on.
But, stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
I just have to keep on going with what i believe and think is right. I could change my mind on whether to hurt myself or not, but i'm just so lost...why can't anybody help me?
One final fight, for this tonight...
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
It was a hard decision to make, I don't know how I did it, i say It was like a world war 3...
Knives and pens sure have made their sorry plight on me.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
I keep on telling myself this will all be over soon, there will be nothing to worry about, not a care in the world...
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
That little voice in your head that tells you right from wrong...
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
Why did I have to give in to all these thoughts, these feelings, why didn't I tell someone before it was too late?
I gave in, despite what my conscience tried to say to me.I chose the knives instead of the pens. Why...?n It just feels like it's the only way to let go of all the anger and sadness,...and everything else i've been holding onto inside my head for too long, it's too much for one person like me to handle...
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried our best, turn out the light,
Turn out the light.
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One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried our best, turn out the light,
Turn out the light.
I tried my best, but I failed. I nearly died from so much blood loss. I've even been to the hospital, but I kept on cutting no matter what they said to me. I've hurt those around me so much that it's impossible to mend all of the broken hearts i've caused. Maybe there are people that care about me in this cruel, hateful life after all...
my first song-based fanfiction!
so, what to you guys think? obviously, this isn't my best, but how is it?
any suggestions for other songs i should try to do?