Tell me a story
About the days that have passed...

Is this real or am I just dreaming?
Is it love were making or do I hear you screaming...

Inside the pain hurts so bad
It hurts so much it makes you sad...

Some people always say
Your actions give you away...

I hate the fact that your still here
I hate the fact that you don't care...

It hurts my soft heart
All the brutal scars you give...

Every night while your lying in bed
One little question sits inside my head...

The knife slides slowly across her wrist
The blood drips down to her fingertips...

I knew since I met you that this love was right
I knew since I kissed you, it would last all night...

Black, Red
Living, Dead...

Life is a story with no definite page
Life is a cycle with more then one stage...

To be dead is a joyous sin
To be living is to lose, not win...