Past fades,
Mistakes made...

I am sick of the word love,
It's a feeling when broken...

Laying there the man in black comes 'round,
Many souls fierce and tired he has found...

I'm screaming,
But you only hear whispers...

Her sorrow hits the ears of those around her,
Her blood is shared with her tears...

Cut,
Blood slides...

Pulled in by glamour,
The fame becomes addictive...

Sweet essence of children's tears,
That has been collected over these years...

Hollow hero of help,
Be my friend...

To be or not to be,
A question asked daily...

When I pass I want it,
When I ask for it I need it...

Crazy people,
Helping crazy friends...