My soul's so sad
it cannot accept the fact...
Walking down a street with a boy who has no bones...
who cares to say...
Do not be scared of this new feeling
People get it all the time...
The dark fiddler
Plays his fiddle...
Screams drip from my mouth like
a bad taste...
I always act like there's someone following me
when I'm alone walking in the street...
Am i really what you call me...
your voice drags my heart...
You were an illusion,
you were a dream...
From the tears I cry
To the day I wish I'd die...
Walk a mile in another’s shoes,
the saying carried through generations...
The dirt crumbles beneath my fingers,
as I scrape away the solid ground...
There was a dark black hole from deep inside
That came out and took away my pride...