I feel this pain going through me day and night
this pain that strikes so deep...

Like a frosty winters night
Like the inner child dealt with such fright...

I sit here thinking of what could of been
i sit here knowing that my love will never be seen...

What is life but an illusion, chances they come...
What is life but a fake state, happy or sad, angry...

Feeling shitty is just the way of life
I look down at the bloody knife...