I cry of your abscene.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d that you are that lead me to my suicidle self.

Your whispers..haunt me.
Your glare..follows me.
Your touch..hurts me.

I am my own sacrafice.

Where were you to wipe away my tears?
Where were you to fight away my fears?
Where were you to hold my hand through the years?

Shards of me to small to put back together.

Lets just pretend,
The smiles on our faces.
The laughter from our voices.
And the tears that we cry are tears of joy.
So that nobody knows,
What is happening on the inside of our lives.

Somehow you find me chase me and destroy me.

I'm going down like a storm in a sea.

I am falling deep and loosing control in the blink of an eye.