Lletres: Naumachia. Wrathorn. Sickened.

I must close my eyes
I won' t speak again
Can' t tell more lies
Nothing is the same.

Don' t need you fear
Don' t want your help
I' ve been so weird
And always by myself.

Can' t stand it any more
Life makes me so sick
One day i' ll stop that fight
I' ll turn my back on light.

Don' t try getting near
If you' re scared of seen
I' m just a freak
I' m so fucking sick.

Muzyka : naumachia
Tekst: melissa