I wake up in the morning
A bitter sweet taste...

Its like its taunting me
Torturing my soul...

A closed door, locked inside.
An old razor, a rusty knife...

Slow screams cry out of her lips
A weakness grows, she's losing grip...

Oh, she\'s alone now.
Yes, she\'s finally alone...

I remember the exact moment my heart began beating...
the exact moment I succumbed to all fear...

I struggle for the words, words I know need not be...
To portray the verbose crushing of my heart inside...

A picture in a frame,
Lost love, who's to blame...

Between fate and faith
There is hope...

I feel suffocated.
I feel like I can't control anything i do or say...