Hate seems to provoke,
With sides of crimson cries...

Hate seems to provoke,
With sides of crimson cries...

You know when you would get that feeling as a...
waking up on christmas morning knowing whats...

There's a sound in my head
It's deafening to the ear...

My scars bleed
they hurt...

Looking inside my soul,
It's me I can't find...

I can hear the beat of your heart
My head pressed against your chest...

Sometimes I wonder If life is worth living,
Would I bring joy to the world or would it be sad...

I cry every night
Wishing my dad was here...

As theses last few days
Are slowly going by...

It happened so fast
Misleading portend...

Theses tears that are
Seem to be not my own...