warm word with the bad blood

being my self its totally a disaster.

i wouldnt blame my parents of having me because we have a different era.

i hate my self if they really want to know what's my feelin.

every trauma every story

every pain every feel

every unkown pain and the time stiil beating

i lay in my bed seeking the feelin

shes gone coz i dont even know her

a forbidden feelin when i forgot about the feelin

a hug from the ghost

a warm from the evil

i'm afraid and i'm down

day every day with the trauma

i feel so happy when i'm happy

i feel scared when im scared

somethng ask me to end my life

their ask me to and my feelin.

i stop to inspire the air

i beg my head

i throw to the cave

i cant do this anymore

i blamed everyone