Its Hard To Die For Someone, But Its More Painful Knowing Your Not Dying For Anyone.

Sick Of Me, Sick Of My Life, Sick Of It All.
Waiting Still, Bleeding Through It All

Sick Of Living, Tired Of Dying.

No matter how many times I fix it, it always gets broken. Bleeding, dying... my heart who was forgotten.

When I Die will I See you again? Will I
experience all this pain again? Tell me what to do, before I lose myself and hurt you..

These Smiles Were Once Tears

Nowhere Is I Reside, And I Need Someone To Bring Me Out Of That Endless Night

I Was A Fool To Wait For So Long, Knowing You Wouldn't Come At All.

I was hurt once. Hurt Twice. But now I won't get hurt anymore, coz I know you already broke it.

This Thing Called "Life" Is Tearing Me Apart. Especially My Broken Heart.