We must accept the pain
from the actions we take...

I need a little understanding for all I've ever...
I'm in a situation I don't belong...

I lay in a casket
Wearing a pale mask...

I sit staring blankly at a wall of hate
as I cut my wrist to relieve the pain of the day...

Get up of my knees
stop the weakness...

I should be done
but not all of my bloods gone...

This is the last print
the last pint of blood has spilled...

This is how
I'll save a life...

When every wound has been reopened
And in this world of give and take you must have...

I'm calmer than
My heartbeat when...

Dear Andrea,
So many wasted times...

An angels first breath
From the morning mist...