...Life is what you make it...

It's a cold world,
full of cold places.
Full of cold people,
wearing two faces.

..I sleep just to dream of you and wake without you here..

Bruised, broken, forgotten and sore, but to f**ked up to care anymore.

...and she's not coming back this time...

If I ripped my body open, would you crawl inside and save my soul?

..I live for your smile, and die for your kiss..

..Run away with me..

I will sit here in silence as the terror carries on, and the words I don't speak, will stream down my face.

Life has no dress rehearsal, there is only one performance.