What's one more day of feeling like this? What's one more night of crying myself to sleep? What's one more cut gonna hurt? What's one more time of me hurting myself to benefit you? I've lost my mind. I live in a world of make believe, a world of self destruction. The sky's always gray, the life that once lived is now dead. My shadows keep me company, they whisper bitter sweet nothings in my ear, they let me know that I've finally made here to the remembrance I once was, the shell of who I used to be is sitting beside me crumbling away. This is who I am now, so honestly... what's one more day gonna hurt anyway?