The worst thing about me is something inside
I show you the smile, but the pain I hide...

Some days..
Being awake doesn't mean being alive...

What is this place
Where our souls cry...

Why you went, where did you go,
theres just so much we'll never know...

The first flesh torn,
it cuts real deep...

We're so desperate
to be found...

Fake smiles
full of lies...

All perfect u may seem
so sheltered and naive...

I flushed down the toilet, most of my pills,
I cried the last tears for all your cheap thrills...

Basing my life on following this voice
everything is enveloping.. its growing faint...

What you told me..
-you told me that I look beautiful without...

And with your breath on my face
everything is perfect now...