Elixir of life, feeds the life,
shedding it, there is no strife...

There are no exceptions, not even roses,
in life, everything grow, wither and die...

Many times tears are shed,
does it make us dead...

Love me,
my razor blade...

With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...

With a few words, my heart is torn,
from my pain, only sorrow is born...

In my life I have lost some things, twice...

Have you seen reflections, emotions in the others...
Have you stared love in the face, seen it in the...

My heart is sad,
it's crying...

I see doom ahead,
my love...

In the darkness,
no one can see your tears...

My shattered heart so hollow,
inside me, so much pain...