My friend comes to me
With her little problems...

She doesn’t deserve this pain
She deserves love not hate...

I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
Crying to myself...

What’s the point in being here?
What’s the point in living...

I wish I was dead
That all my loved ones were alive...

I’ve lost who I am
I’ve lost the real me...

I stand in front of my mirror
Knife waiting in hand...

The world is filled with broken promises
Like parents, saying they love each other...

Dreams, broken and shattered
Like the mirror in my room...

Looking the mirror
My reflection staring back...

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you can’t see me...

I wonder through burnt down towns
Seeing what’s left of the diaster...