I want to get better
help me get better.
living like this, is not called living.
No matter where I go it's always pouring the same
and im tired of etting cold
all drenched from the rain.
Today and every other day, I feel it, I know it.
and all these cuts are bleeding.
you are fleeing.
can't help but to stop breathing.
My mind's going off on a rampage
and you are trreating me like a borring book
just flicking through every damn page.
What you see you dont like
and what you like
you cant seem to find.
So you put me back on the shelve.
You go on looking for someone else.
I wanted to get better.
I felt it. I knew it. You were leaving
- Naelid Cervantes