My heart still aches and my eyes are still red,
The best thing for this world is me being dead...
Sitting here looking at your face
wondering if you will hurt me like the others...
I know that I'm fuked up,
many people see me as twisted or sick...
I am the poser of death
I do not live, I watch...
You promised yourself, it won't happen
You never dreamt that it would...
Splash the water on my face
To wake me up so i can see...
Say goodbye.
I'm drinking my cyanide...
Her life as a child was perfect,
she used to have it all...
I used to stare
In wonder out my window...
Do you some times ask yourself why
why you sit night after night and cry...
The last tears have fallen to a lost heart beat,
She is but a memory that is incomplete...
These tears I cry are pain to me
I try to forget but it's plain to see...