Clockwork

you're lying on the floor and holding thoughts of ecstasy... so cute soon you're going to get out get rid of a love that hurts you so existence is no more for you. no more no more redemptions no more exceptions no more forgiveness no more sick visions no more dark sadness no more clockwork you're so young sad quiet girl even the angel fall from sky for you but you're so beautiful don’t even try never give up don’t force yourself to say goodbye you're so beautiful to die you're holding razorbalde and trying to cut out your veins so sad you... you're trying to forget that suffocating breath of love self-pity seems inadequeate no more...