The bridge glisten of specked gold,
Light shone through every crack and crevice...
And the feeling of being alone
Whats the use of being perfect...
Depressed is what I am.
Can't tell you why...
She walks in the door,
and heard the noise...
I'm the girl who would rather read than talk
I'm the girl who thinks that every silence doesn't...
I'll pull down my sleeves,
They don't have to know...
Fallen captive in hurt and strife
Breathing shallow breathes of life...
Tears strolling down her face
Wondering what life is about...
She just a ghost in a mirror
a see though reflection...
Is it just me, or does it hurt to breath?
Hurt to see whats right in front of me...
Nothingness consumes my soul
where my heart used to be there's an empty hole...
Hidden in my room
Behind my solid wood door...