praying to the sky
Gaétan Chevaleau-Parra
Moon's bright and lights are low, the storm is raging now
I know i didn't give any sign of life for quite some time
I've been fighting my own mind, i wanna die, it's no surprise
And i start to realize that we've been told a thousand lies
I've never been so heartless, i've never been so cold
Everything is pointless if when we die there's nothing more
So i hide behind the curtains, i shut and lock the door
I hurt myself on purpose until i pass out on the floor
I fucking hate myself
It cannot end this way
I'm trying not to die
All hope is gone in flames
Doesn't matter anyway
Still i'm praying to the sky