I wish for just one night
that when i shut my eyes real tight...
* this poem I wrote is about a girl who I know who...
Your cuts are just scratches...
Many times Ive referred to the knife
but Ive stepped back...
A shadows cast over the moon,
Theres an icy chill in the air...
Surrounded by shadows
and broken inside...
Stuck in this world
trying to get out...
The scars on my arms represent the pain of this...
My tears represent the chronicle sorrow that will...
Life is a long road,
and you carry a heavy load...
Ripping out my tongue and bleeding from my throat
Holding back the words inside to swallow them and...
In a village, tiny and out of the way
There was a pub, old but nice...
A Mask Of Joy To Conceal The Pain
To Hide The Darkness Inside Of My Soul...
I hate to love and I love to hate
It might just be too late...