I don't want to go there again.
Back to the drugs...
I could taste
The deceit on...
Memories are part of us that never goes away.
A saying, scenes, or past that won't be forsaken...
Wars are fought for it,
yet it is never gained...
I'm not afraid of anything
I can run, kick, and scream...
Beneath this skin
under the flesh and bone...
If you look in the mirror
ofcourse you can see you...
See me,me i stand out from da crowd. see i\'m...
What should i be today
a glass figurine...
A single rose that's held its head high,
Begins to wilt as the years pass it by...
All that you have is your soul,
Covered in white and covered in gold...
So many days and nights,
that i can no longer fight...