Life is full of lies
We lie to become what we idealize...
Emo is a state of mind.
It doesn't mean...
Counting the lines on my wall,
Thinking about how life could be...
I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...
Hands raised in the air,
together we stand for whats fair...
Like me, Love me
Hate me, Rate me...
I love to hate my lust for fate
For my Love always comes too late...
Clocks have lost all track of time
oh, what a catastrophy...
This whole world is filled with pain,
Wild beasts yet left UN-tame...
He's a man with a past, scars all around,
Which have engraved themselves into him...
Truth is ugly and cold
Truth is your mirror...
Forbidden love the greatest kind
Fruit of thorns but not of vines...