I lay in a darkroom in a dark place
I remember the look of your Innocent face
But my image has shattered since i did what i did
this all started when my parents began to fight
my tears are falling tonight
Everyday i pass a knife
everyday i think of my life
If i ended it now
it would be quick and sound
But what about the friends i found?
Then again will my parents ever be proud?
I will never find true love
I stopped looking up above
Pain made me give up on life
The pain cut through like a knife
I sit in a dark room in a dark place
And i no longer remember you Innocent face
It has been replaced with a shattered mirror
i only shed one last tear...
