A cold,dark process
Each outcome is a different state...
We are in a race against time my friend,
Before we meet a bloody and gruesome end...
I used to be a girl with a truthful smile.
Making your life worth the wile...
Are you there?
can you hear me...
Cut my wrist
Hope to die...
The silence fills my head
taunting me with fake promises...
Last Shot
she wakes up in the night...
As the story tales, and my eyes close,
In your counter top I've set a dozen roses...
There was a murder around were i live
they were looking for the murderer...
When I smile, you smile
When I cry, you cry...
The days flow by
and still I cry...
It's my life right?
It's my choice whether I live or die...