I look alive
but i feel dead...
Looking up the definition of me
the meaning of life...
The reason we're not attention seeking?
We don't want to show what we've done...
[rough copy of the lyrics i made for a song...
i thought i was impatient...
You keep begging me to help you out
And I try as I might...
Mascara running down her face,
she feels empty and alone...
She is tired of faking smiles and laughs,
Feeling so emotional, and dying in her dreams...
For every scar a story
a pain made to distract...
It been some time
Since then...
Look at me
gaze into my eyes...
When I look in the mirror
I see a girl standing there...
Could you walk away if theres blood on my hands?
Unveil! An art! Suicide, a pleasurable taste...