I wouldn't try talking me out of it,
I'm already to far gone...
Looking at pictures,
I know will make Me sad...
You were almost an Angel which almost was...
You were almost the fracture that made my bones...
I live in a prison
Which I call my home...
You can read me like a book
Each time you dare to look...
The tears still fall
From her lonely face...
They call me the shadow,
Because I hide behind...
So scared, all alone,
Where is this place, I'm supposed to call home...
She stared in the mirror, quickly
Wiping away a tear...
I can't see your face
I can't kiss your lips...
I walk silently toward the bathroom
Tears in my eyes...
Every night before i got to bed.
I have a routine...