Everyone wants freedom in some sort of way,
but freedom means no rules...

I used to be a person
I used to actually feel...

Can you prove,
that I am here...

Inside I'm screaming
but no one hears...

The blood slowly drips
The inky smell...

I like to think that you have gone somewhere
and that you're not completely gone...

Punch myself in the face
pray to stay another day...

A tragedy is a horrible thing.
We try to avoid it, but sometimes it just happens...

No picture nor painting
can compare...

Nothing in the world
Can change as much as me...