It's always one, two, three
Three choices, three options
Survive live or die
I got sick of constantly running away from everything
The endless struggle made no sense to me
So I just froze and gave up on everything
Look behind my autistic problematic Then maybe you will see the real me !!
It's always one, two, three
Three choices, three options
Survive live or die
I got sick of constantly running away from everything
The endless struggle made no sense to me
So I just froze and gave up on everything
You might be right!
But deep in my heart I know you're not
What you see is just another side of me
You call it creativity and see it as a good thing
But for me it's a different matter
It's the manic part that's inside me
And there is nothing good or positive about it
So you might be right but I know you're wrong
Who is that staring at me Blood red eyes a soulless smile so familiar!! So twisted and tormented I see the fear, the scars, the smell of dec...