Do you hear how loud it gets when the silence devours the sound?
How lonely you really are... even when there’s everyone imaginable around?
How weak you become when you fight against yourself.
How you're your own best friend, and enemy, but still, you want to be someone else.
The poisonous love your demons give you, somehow brings you life.
They tell you that you have deeper wounds than those birthed by the sharpest knife.
Continuous never-ending decisions that trap you in a cycle of regret.
You say you like the dark, but you just haven’t seen the light yet.
You tell the shadows that you’ll do better, when you promised yourself that you won’t.
You say that you’re the only one that understands yourself, when you know **** well, you don't.
You like the way you bite love.
Maybe you like the way love bites.
You like the pressure, the pain, the game, the way it excites.
Crying is a way for you to be happy.
Living is how you die.
Balance is the key to destruction.
The truth is just a lie.
Blow out the candle and look into the mirror
That’s the only way to see her.
She’s not afraid of you.
She’s afraid of reality, and what you’ll see in her.
She sees you when there’s no one.
You see her when there’s everyone.
But every time you approach her, you realize gratefully...
that there’s no one.
That is... except you.