In my angelic world
where dust is turned to gold...

Pain and seclusion
hurt and illusion...

Place the gun in my mouth
pull the trigger...

I'm living on shattered faith,
I am living on a mind been raped...

You're so "secure"
with your life...

Thinking I'm all alone
and as if no one can understand...

Some see it as being glamorous,
believing it has got no twist...

I'm all emo over you
I hope you're crying too...

Porcelain scars on little glass arms
shattered my taunted twisted heart...

I stood above the building staring at the street...
Wondering what I was doing, thinking of how I had...

The regret still lingers
and washes through my veins...

As i carry the weight of this family feud
which continues to grow heavier...