IRC-Galleria

I don´t tell you the truth,
because I don´t know how.

I need just a litlle bit of help to get my life go right.
Just a litlle bit of help to feel ok.

I can´t tell you the lie I carry in my head.
In my head where the butterflies fly.
Fly while their wings cut my brains.

I need just a litlle bit of help to get my life go right.
Just a litlle bit of help to feel ok.

The butterflies cut my brain and all I can feel the pain.
My eyes turn red and I cry, I cry untill I am empty.

I need just a litlle bit of help to get my life go right.
Just a litlle bit of help to feel ok.