I don't know if i love him
it can't be possibly true...

Has it got a meaning
Has it got a truth...

Sometimes i feel like dying
I just want to pass away...

My canvas is my arm
Its where i spend my time...

Some people play sport
some people write stories...

I can't say i hate you
but i can't say i don't...

Im hiding a secret
Im hiding the truth...

The image from the mirror
That stares back at me...

The scars and bruises
lay upon your body...

I heard the story
I saw the proof...

Im waiting for an answer
Im waiting for a prayer...

I sit in this chair late at night
thinking what am i doing...