I'm not a stranger.
No, I am yours.
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore.
No, I am yours.
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore.
But I do not want to be afraid.
I do not want to die inside,
just to breathe in.
I'm tired of feeling so numb.
I do not want to die inside,
just to breathe in.
I'm tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists,
I find it when,
I am cut.
I find it when,
I am cut.