White Thorns..

As i lay down,forcing myself to strive
cloning the emotion over and over again

as i turn my heart to ashes
spelling your hate
and turning myself inside
where i feel safe
i don't mind
of getting alone again

that's what i always say..
but not what i always feel..

i guess..

thinking about suffer...
its worse than the pain...

so ill ask you...
maybe beg...

stab me with white thorns...

so i can feel the pure pain..
and lastly feel alive...