The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her