I stand here in the headlights
looking all around...

Her lips painted in blood,
hollow stomach, caved in for love...

The bodies fall to the ground
as each gun screams...

A murmur, spreading through the crowd,
rising into a wailing cheer...

What you might not understand,
is that not everyone is born in fairytale land...

So beautiful was my sunrise
the dusty color of your eyes...

"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go...

He screamed as she cried,
Told her she should have died...

Ocean,
waves lapping against the shore so silently...

Who knew?
Down my drain at night, flow rivers of red blood...

The pain, it hurts, I dont know why
The butterflies fly free and not I...

Today I woke up in insanity.
Just like any other day I suppose...