Master of disguise,
in your profession of violence...

I'm sorry I'm not yet cured enough
to be loved by you again...

Little Girl,
in the corner of the orphanage playground...

What I will always remember,
is everything you will always forget...

Fuzzy pictures flash
in an out of my mind...

Flashbacks remind me of what I didn't know
about my broken childhood...

It's getting late but I cannot sleep
as I force my mind to revisit...

I used to think that the vivid memories
which attacked my mind...

Those who say they love you,
tell the biggest lie to your soul...

Gutter's Diamond
I am not proud of who I am...

You whisper kisses in my ears
and stroke your fingers through my hair...

There was no way out of the blackest of rooms,
where ironically, every single thing inside was...