Rip the thorn from your palm
From the rose I stole...

I know the difference
Between myself and my reflection...

Lest we remember
On the day they had died...

She has a porcelain face
Skin china and pale...

Why shall I ever
Believe in what you say...

The voice of death
Sounds so soft inside my head...

Many think our world is perfect
Yet perfect it will never be...

I'm dying
As I wait here...

Excersise or pills
Nothing ever works...

Friends, Are they worth it
When they stab you in the back...

As the world was born ages ago,
It lived and breathed life into us...

Loser
Hater...