Tears drop against a cold wall,
No one hears my screaming call...

Wish I wasn't
Wish I didn't feel the way I do...

Winter turns to spring,
Yet the birds do not sing...

He found her there dead in the wood,
In the shadows both creatures stood...

You know that little secret,
Is deep and locked inside...

Night approaches as time runs out,
Soon consumed, consumed with doubt...

So I hold on to this book,
The book of pain and death...

Even sat here in the darkness I never once cried,
Cutting my wrists I never once died...

Don't screw with me
Or I'll screw with you...

An angel in the sky,
I trusted you my only one...

So much anger built into your one fear,
I've tried to show you, yet still I shed a tear...

You think your cool,
You think your fine...