Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers

The girl standing outside in the r… No umbrella or shelter to shield h… Roars of Thunder blaring out The silent lighting Flashing for the moment

Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity

I can’t shake this feeling It haunts me in my dreams Intense pain of nausea overwhelms… Slumbering unconsciously In the abyss of my mind

Cry in despair She tries hard to forget Memories fill her soul crushing her in defeat Wishing for solace...

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

From the depths of my soul I am not freed Stab my heart twice Til I bleed Nothing but numbness

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

Mirror, Mirror... As a fairy-tale story. A reflection of yourself Looking back at you Can you tell me what you see?

In the darkest hour When loneliness threatens My soul I feel your arms Surround me

In the shadows of this life My tears cry out for you tonight Father, Father... Can you hear me? I’ve lost my way to call my home