Non-methaphorical

Sometimes i feel that thing inside my Head
And its just makes me wish that i was Dead
What would be a miracle
If I could at least for once in life
Forget that all and feel real high
Through a point wich is critical
They come alone sometimes they Come in pairs
I don't think anybody cares
How that is broken
They taste like cherry taste like Blood
Or like nobody could have thought
But couldn't get over them

This is still happening
Thats hell or thats haven
In a present time?
Wtats worse and whats better
Does that even matter?
It makes me smile

I can control sometimes i really cant
Comes like a flow so freaking grand
But still keeps its masking
Its not like i dont want to have a Chat
I'd like to know who's asking that
Who's the one that is asking
Inside of those pathetic games of Mind Im always getting into fight
I know i will never win
There might be some other man
Or its just me who's going ham
There is no way to get over him

This is still happening
Thats hell or thats haven
In a present time?
Wtats worse and whats better
Does that even matter?
It makes me smile



Credits
Writer(s): Valerii Mysnyk
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