i went to this boarding school once
to study the art of a broken heart
what could become an chapter of romance
the setting wore competing
about his attention but i don't
because i didnt knew what i want
i could feel the pressure of be the best
so i begun the starve and went down
around 16 kilos a winter
and my heart never felt that bitter
become an pure agony and pain
could see my own ribs and was longing for some chrisps
all for a guy that would become my first heart break
when he said that im wore a retard and label me sick
before i ever did and boys like that i cant hang with
because they must understand im more then im illness
an label , that im that hospital princess
and know i realize you wore just a chapter , not the end
cant justify my actions but damn it you shall know your actions have reactions ...
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