I watched the blood fall
And drop on the floor...

Im here to speak of something;;
That people seem to miss...

There's a story to be told,
But where to begin...

Wake up in the morning
Nothing feels quite right...

My reflection is staring back,
With nothing but regret...

In the middle of something
I wont be able to complete...

When I look inside myself,
Do you know what I see...

Pull the picture from the frame,
It flutters in the wind...

Can you hear the footsteps ahead,
They sound so light and carefree...

All alone in darkness,
I evolve into a new me...

A clear tear,
Makes the blood smear...

You look at the black eye,
Staring back in the mirror...