Listen child, do not cry,
your heart shall one day heal...
Mine crimson eyes,
bloodshot and bruised...
He's the boy with glasses on
and his jet black hair...
Why do I have to feel so useless?
Why does my life mean nothing to me...
I sit in my room
trying so hard to hide from you...
I did again last night,
Why? i do not know...
Tears came sliding down my face
As I sat alone in the cold...
I'm all alone, And empty inside
No where to run, no place to hide...
Insecurities raging
As burning tears fall...
They say your eyes are the windows to your soul
So when you look in my eyes, what do you see...
I wont let them show,
Wont let them be seen...
Well todays the day
It\'s a day for the perfect crime...