NC (28/01/91 / Manchester)

Rooftops

Black eyeliner is what i wear
People treat me as if im not there
Here i stand, all alone
Watching and waiting as the names are thrown

My parents blame each other
They say, 'no way not another'
We've got ourselves one freak of a child
Wierd and strange, completely wild

The music i listen to describes my life
Everything upto the point with the knife
Blood drains out of my lifeless wrist
My soul drifts off, towards the mist
My soul drifts off, towards the mist
As the blood drains out of my lifeless wrist

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Comments (1)

Whoa, something on your mind Natalie? this one made me shiver. Nice one.