Scars remain on my arms
To remind me of my darkest days...
The plans,
The promises...
I look alive
but i feel dead...
Fire turns to ice
tears turn to stone...
I sit here dreading,
All the laughter and joy...
Could you walk away if theres blood on my hands?
Unveil! An art! Suicide, a pleasurable taste...
Everyday I cry at night
hoping that somehow this pain will subside...
Misconceptions lead us astray
things are no what they seem...
Funny? Happy? Oh, yes she is!
Her smile? Seems like a sunrise...
I'm listening to broken stories
Wiping away my tears...
I'm labeled a freak
Cause of the things I say and feel...
What do you do
When you feel so much pain...