A house on the lake,
reflection so clear I can see my fate.
My thoughts are loud, but my music is louder.
Men sell their souls for what they lust.
I'm just here with my heart on my sleeve running after what I believe,
And sometimes I don't see how that could be.
What do I really believe?
Its hard to talk when your feelings are bottled up.
To much pain in the word, many die from their own hands than to be judge from others.

Tormented in my own mind,
chains that trap me down to the ground.
Freedom is a dream from down here,
only place im going is six feet down into cemetary ground or with my cousin in jail.
Never been good enough, treated like a dog.
I say I'm alright, but my eyes tell something else. The tears fall quietly off my face.
Fake a smile, it'll be alright..
       Right..?

Her lips.. Her lips were red like the cherries she ate.
With eyes like knifes; they pierced my soul, and after that moment I was made unwhole.
Those scares are stories of love that was untold.
She looked past me, without a notice, but with her beauty she couldn't go unnoticed.
I fell in-love for the first time ever.
My heart skipped a beat, but I knew It could never be.
The better came along and in that moment she was gone.  
Seconds past and I knew I had to face the facts.
She was gone and never coming back.

I'm afraid.. I'm afraid to turn and see my self in the mirror.
To see the man I promised myself that I would never be.
To look him in the eyes and see the pain hidden behind.
Drowning in the river of regret and having nothing left.
Covered in addiction and hate.
“This is my last time”, but that last time never came.
Lies behind the smile he shows.
To put on a show, yet another day.
Suffocating slowly, the walls are caving in.
The sunlight has vanished and he's left alone In the dark.
Time seems to move slower, yesterday.. today.. I've lost track anyway.
And filled with so much pain and suffering.
Not being able to breathe.. death doesn't seem that bad of a thing.

Feeling down, theirs no one around.
No one around to save me from my self.
The demons inside, their consuming.
And I cant seem to get away from them
Voices yelling inside my head, telling
me **** that I've buried deep inside.
Maybe I'm just crazy.
Never ending pain, in this game called life.
Thought I had it all figured out,
But **** just went down in a burning flame.
I've screamed till my lungs gave out,
but theirs no one around,
drowning in this addiction and I wont be free
Till I'm at the bottom,
letting the darkness consume all around me
without light in my sight, I'm blinded by hate
and I can't see a thing. Not a **** thing.

Its a cold night, everyone's telling me “man its going to be alright”
But is it really going to be alright?
There's a revolution in my head tonight.
It's another sleepless night, when the voice in my head is telling me to write
This is more than words on paper, more than what meets the eye,
look deep inside, theirs a message hidden deep behind.
This is my revolution; a war with myself that I have to conquer,
It's me, myself, and I, and there's not another.
I keep my head above the waves, but it feels like I'm sinking deeper,
Deeper into the darkness that rest underneath me,
the unknown of what could have been and should have been,
But looking above the waves my future looks bright,
see the light, just open your eyes,
Its been right in front of you this whole time,
But you have to be willing to surf into the sunset, make it past all that,
Then maybe you'll just be alright.

Ashes fell to the grown from the cigarette between her lips
Her deep brown eyes stared straight into mine, with nothing to hide.  
No secretes, we read each other like an open book.
I couldn't help but fall deeply in love with the madness this girl brought.
It hit me faster than a flying bullet hitting me in the heart.
Her addiction was sweet, but my addiction is sweeter.
I couldn't judge her from her past cause love looks past that.
Her smile told a story that her happiness was gone.
She showed everyone the side she wanted to show,
not knowing she was drowning in her own tears at night.
Not thinking shes not strong enough, but yet shes making it through another day.
Her smile showed me a story that she couldn't see,
The story that she was stronger than she ever thought she could be.
Now she keeps me going another day, my love for her will always be sweeter than the cigarette between her lips.
Because love is the sweetest addiction you will ever face.