We don't trust them at all
Those born in lies begin to fall...

As I sit in the dark
i ponder the mysteries of love...

Make up on the dresser
some more shades of black...

Walked the beach just her and me, we took it slow...
to deceive such a harlot Gothic bride, who'd...

Now forever fall
Bliss in black...

The shadows ensnared by the beauty uncared
the night shall find me not alone...

I was born in poverty and abuse
i was dead in compassionate noose...

Her grace had fallen from her days
enchanted by the dawns early ways...

The Pieces that were left never felt right...
feeling down as I look up at the night...

Adolecence
it its best...

Dedicated To Charlene, and every girl I've once...
I am a ghost of the person you once knew...

I Don't Want To Die:
and These are my fears...