She laughs...
I cry...
If only I could write every thought in my...
Draw every picture in my memory...
Ragged cuts along my skin.
Pleasure from my hands...
If God was an Atheist and lost all hope
Would you just tell him to see the Pope...
Eternal struggle of ones self
never giving up or asking for help...
As I walked down these dark streets,
A chill ran down my spine...
Cries in my ears
They force me to walk over...
She's fell into a world of.
Cocaine and suicidal pleads...
This twisted attraction makes me weak.
Her eye's trap me in her unforgettable hell...
His movements swift
like the wind that blew...
Now you come back
Wanting a new...
Life after life
Death after death...