I Look Into the Mirror.
And what do i see?
the screaming of another,
wanting to be free

Passion Hurts sometimes more then we can bear.
If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kinda peace.

But we'd be HOLLOW.
Empty Rooms.
Shuttered and Dank.
Without Passion We'd be Truly Dead!

One Bloody Blade to Late.
Can make the whole world change.

Reflections know your happiness
Your sadness and your fears

A blade was in her hand
And it pressed against her arm
Just the usual act
Of teenage self harm

Which Ones worse.
Saying something and wishing you hadnt.
Or
Say nothing and wishing you had.

You Laugh, I Cry, I wonder why?
So many things unanswered and unsured,
every passing day always becoming a blur.

I Have Made My Decision, Im On the right track Hell Will Freeze over before i take you back.