He himself has a cell, it’s been always in the dark,
chained by his own desire.
As a penance, In order to make it look like nothing’s falling apart.

I wanted to be all the things you ever loved,
But it seems like everything you love is a bargain for something else.

Vices are just outlets,
Tears are regrets,
Silence is an answer,
Dying was an option,
Anxiety is the bullet,
Depression is the trigger,
Death was the antidote.

She was beautiful, but not like other girls,
She was strong like the trees in the mountains range,
She was beautiful on the way she fills up some peoples emptiness that even she cannot do to herself.
She wasn’t beautiful with that mask of her,
She is beautiful because of the silver linings in her back and clutch right through the heart.