Testo And Again

And again She sat in her Room The tears she cryed felt so big It seemed as if she´d never stop to cry again She thought what she should do Wether she?d run away If she should hurt herself Or if she she´d kill herself And again and again she cut her wrist And again and again she tried to forget everything Her life was about And again and again she cut her wrist And again and again she thought of being dead, would anyone miss her? She wrote a letter to her friend It said: Please don´t miss me Soon i´ll be somewhere else, where I belong Just please don´t cry for me ´cause many tears have flowed In this game called life I?m sorry, But you?ll have to play it alone, ´cause I?m game over And again and again she read her letter And again and again she thought if this was The best thing she could do? And again and again she cut her wrist And again and again she thought of being dead Would anyone miss her? She trusted in sanity