House Of Pain

Retrace my unhappiness
Back to where it starts
a place for hores and junkies
a place for broken hearts

Where mirrors are made of people reflection what they see
where dinner is served at hate
and blood is served as thee

See The Walls
Different in every way
Seething with emotions
Changing all the day

Look at the pretty paintings
they reflect what\'s in one\'s heart
Some with blank expressions
Some dead from the very start

Shadows in the hallways
Shadows in the sky
This little house of pain
Is where my soul will lie

At bit strange i like it i guess, um please rate =D
Love Jo