Worse than Satan himself
your name gives me a high...

Hide from pity
Run from yourself...

Feeling my days slipping
Loosing grip on my youth...

You think you know
You hurt me so...

Inside of those cold grey eyes
is a broken girl...

I remember those breaths shortening
those little laughs...

Those pail grey eyes
they meant so much...

Lost in my self pity
scared of myself...

Once i knew
i knew what i wanted...

Gentle lips caressed
with a lost train of thought...

A perfect vision
now shattered...

Love
such a beautiful thing...