Broken mirror, bloody fists
she adds more cuts to her wrists...
March 13... That unfaithful day.
Why did god have to do it this way...
I dream of places
Unknown to the living man...
Good times
Float away too soon...
I put the knife to my skin
I look in the mirror and close my eyes...
I held you in my arms
I tried to make the pain go away...
Breathe me like oxygen
I hope to suffocate your mind...
I lie here waiting
While everything is fading...
Its So hot its cold
I touch it...
As you walk through the room
You feel a sense of doom...
Rose from your Coffin
Confronted me face to face...
Far away
inside my mind...