Life can be a lonely thing mother,
When death plays it's part...

I'd wake up in the morning,
Angry that i was alive...

I hate to do this to you
i hate what I've become...

When i was a child.
At night I would hide alone inside my room...

Doesn't your conscience
eat away at your soul...

Do you see me hanging?
My frail body sick and weak...

Chaos in a blackened room,
My life death wants to take...

Money is a lie,
beauty is a lie...

My skin has been ripped open.
I lost the will to fight...

Pouring over piles of lost memories.
Slipping past each one...

My breath has been ripped away,
It only took a moment...

Staring at the broken mirror,
Speaking to the shattered wall...