My Crippled Mind

Count my scars and it will tell you
how many times I bled for you
I gave you all that I had
so tell me why you're still so cruel

It's an emotional suicide - this kind of love
and being more informated makes us only more frustrated
a desolation of our souls is what we get for all the trust

Do I deserve all the pain
this private hell you put me in
there's no more power you could drain
there's no more will to win

In so many ways
you made me crippled inside
I want to forget these days
before it makes me die