Lletres: Janez Detd. Killing Me. In These Days.

You say you hear me.
Do you understand what I have to say about being pure of heart to you?
You say you read me.
Do you understand my past, my fears, my passion, my desires and my pain?
Do you?
A million times I've tried, to escape and run away and leave this life of misery.
The dreams in which I die.
I walk across this burning bridge that falls down, before your eyes, but you just stare.

In these days of being broken-hearted.
In these days which have really darkened.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.

You told me to believe.
It's so strange to see those words don't fit in our reality.
Now here I lie alone.
I don't ever want to be deceived like this.
Death, a very tempting bliss.

In these days of being broken-hearted.
In these days which have really darkened.
In these days in which the pain is rising.
In these days that I try surviving.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.

You
Don't
Know what it's like to.
Want to rise from this fall I've taken for you.

In these days of being broken-hearted.
In these days which have really darkened.
In these days in which the pain is rising.
In these days that I try surviving.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.