I tie your presents with a ribbon. A symbol of my heart.
You gave me the scissors .
To tear this package of love apart.

Memories fade and pictures dissapear, what will I have when you leave me here?

Some say pain is a state of mind, then why is my heart feel like it's been shatterd?

If I had a mirror, would you see my reflection?
If I gave you my heart.
Would you give me your protection?

Like your heart, your lips are poison.

If I could stop one thing, it would be the ending.
If I could kill on thing, it'd be the begining.
If I could hurt thing it would be this.
I wish I had no feelings, for that last single kiss.

If lifes nothing but a dream...I don't want to wake up.