I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of angry, held in my chest.

Silence is just another place to hide from your fears. Silence is just another person that always sees your tears. Silence is just another thought that can never say. Silence is just another lie that will always have its way.

The tears and blood will start to haunt my dreams, as I am soon to realize that nothing's what it seems.

If i could go back in time i wouldn't change meeting you. I'd change hurting you.

Through that which is lost all else is gained.

Death is just another door that we open, just another path that we travel, another choice that we make, another consequence we take.

This is my body, this is my blood, this is my morning, this is my night, this is my dream, this is my life.

Only fairy tales have happy endings!

Nothing ever changes yet nothing stays the same.

Don't concentrate on the pain that you feel, concentrate on the strenght it takes to feel it.