I look around the battle grounds,
I see bullets, I hear screams...
I've been telling you to lay off,
To hold that tongue while you still can...
I keep pounding myself in the head,
Keep wondering why I have...
I'm in the middle of the room
With the walls closing in...
A razor blade
A stained towel...
I am an illusionist spinning
Another web of deception...
Why do I cry?
Why do I end the day with a sigh...
While trying to find the rest of Road Of Shattered...
Christina you were Everything
So Beautiful and and kind...
She wrote in her diary,
the wishes she sees...
I'm confused
I cant think straight...
Don't think of them as gone away
Their journey's just began...