What i feel on the inside is not what i ipakita on the outside i dont ipakita pag-ibig i dont know vein my life will never be the same i cant tell you how i feel because the hurt deep within my puso is all so real the anger and hurt i cannot stand makes me feel like im the mist floating never going to rest in peace i dont no how i found this its maybe when people laugh and shout no matter what they say or how they feel i always think my life is not real.
(over 100 teens each taon kill themselves or think suicide because of being bullied or teased it doesent matter if standing up for someone helps you but atleast it helps someone else and it may save a life)
(over 100 teens each taon kill themselves or think suicide because of being bullied or teased it doesent matter if standing up for someone helps you but atleast it helps someone else and it may save a life)
when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your puso
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when you want your self back
where do you go
who do you turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know you just wait
but i'm not sure if you are playing tricks on me
can you end my sorrow
or is it you who causes my agony
will you be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your puso
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when you want your self back
where do you go
who do you turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know you just wait
but i'm not sure if you are playing tricks on me
can you end my sorrow
or is it you who causes my agony
will you be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.