Her whole world was turned upsidedown,
What once was a smile is now a frown...

Breathing is just a way to pass time
Until I commit my next crime...

A plain box with nothing but a name,
containing things meant to be thrown away...

A plain box with nothing but a name,
containing things meant to be thrown away...

Breathing is just a way to pass time
Until I commit my next crime...

Crimson rivers flow from my eyes
I pray every night that I would die...

I can't be who I want to be
false truths, secrets...

Too many issues, not enough time
Things keep spinning...