I am sick
Sick of your infected soul
I am suffocating
Under the Mountain of critics
You are the salt in my open waunds
I'm tired of never being loved
I am frozen
By your heart ice-cold
I wish I was numb but noone can save me from the rivers
Of endless tears
Where i've drown
On the bottom i lay
Alone i die
I am sick
Sick of your infected soul
I am suffocating
Under the Mountain of critics
You are the salt in my open waunds
I'm tired of never being loved
I am frozen
By your heart ice-cold
I wish I was numb but noone can save me from the rivers
Of endless tears
Where i've drown
On the bottom i lay
Alone i die