I walk down the hall
i close the bathroom door...

She sits there full of stress
and feels like shes being tamed...

Mirrors, mirrors in your eyes
reflection bouncing back and show me mine...

She was only six
when she had to die...

I'm breathing heavily
as I'm sitting in this tight spaced room...

You place this dead rose in my hands
not knowing it causes harm...

I went into the bathroom
slowly closed the door...

My smile so untruthful
but people believe...

I'm nothing she replied
and fell to the floor...

You should just point this gun to my head
you should just pull the trigger...

Angry as ever
she pulled up her sleeve...

I want too sleep forever
for in my dreams you are there...