I am the shadow of the face you need.
I am the shadow of the knife that makes you bleed...
On the horizon
a storm is coming...
Downing with no water
Dieing without pain...
Outside you see me smiling,
And floating through each day...
Will she ever feel okay
Or is she destined to forever gray...
There is no end or beginning
To this life that I'm living...
Pain streaming through my head
god this isn't fun anymore...
Joyful noose
I feel your tender grip...
Distant voices
taunt my name...
At night i daydream,
of ways to do it...
You are lying, trying, Waste of space;
You don't realize how Much it aches...
This sorrow sits deep inside
with defeat and fears...