I look at my hands and i see they are stained from my tears of blood

I've picked myself up off the floor
too many times that I have lost count...

I can laugh and hide away my pain
I can smile and get through the day
But these tears are real...

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

Time just keeps on moving no matter what's left behind......

I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all....

I see the blood all over your hands.....does it make you feel more like man?

*lyric*

The pistol's shakin in my hands...and all i hear is the sound...

*lyric*

I've become everything i never wanted to be

I am not over you, i just learned how to live without you...