Call me strong
Call me weak
I am whoever you want me to be

In the shadows, I shape myself
Careful of the light, it knows me well
And you will never see
A picture you didn't paint on me

Call me strong
Call me weak
I am whoever you want me to be

Once or twice
As many times you change your mind
As long as you don’t see
What I’ve got
Behind the paint that I forgot
Will dry one day
And turn so dull
That even you
Would move on

Call me strong
Call me weak
I will be whoever you want me to be
Paint it once,
Paint it twice
As long as the colors never dry

Don’t you ever want to run?
run away

A place you’ve dreamed
wished
But never been.

Somewhere no one knows you
A place that lacks judgement
Control
and doesn’t consume your soul.

To breathe its very air
heals all your despair.

By walking on its grounds
you discover new sounds.

Maybe it is real
Maybe it’s in our head

But I will forever seek for it
before I am dead.

Put to rest, in the dark abyss
You promised me an eternity.
For as the hour draws near,
Darkness descends
I am but a scarred smile holding onto you.
A flash, a moment
You told me to never let go.
In the end,
Only a memory tormenting me through my core.

Every breath that you take is another mistake
It must not be a sin for us to begin
Hold within every sin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
Curtains close on those who were listed
Every breath that you take is another mistake
Hold within your thick bruised skin
Cleanse yourself before we begin
A procedure so dark and twisted
It must be a sin for us to begin

You made me approach
And then you disappear
I let my guard down
"You have taken advantage of it.

You made my mind, a maze.
And I lost myself.
I didn't ask for your help,
I could not...

I followed you like a gullible
In the hidden game of the world,
Waiting for the impossible.

Each time, coming up,
But moving me away.
With every step, it was done
In despair...

Making me
                      hate you,
To hate
            To hear your voice,
To hate
                To love you.

I feel like a prisoner in my own skin
These scars that I let sink in
Are now pulling me closer to the brink
I may not have the courage to go away
But the reality makes me want to take that path anyway
The sharp blade keeps tearing my skin apart
But these scars on my body do not compare to the ones on my heart
I constantly find myself standing over the edge
Trying to wake up from this dread
But am afraid, one misstep and all I will see is Red.

chills tremble inside my skin

covered by despondent stone

metal edges carve vicious truths

inside my skull, on a canvas of bone.


I bury pain and terror deep, but

quiet cracks are spidering out

rivers of ice run down my cheeks

and still, I crumble without sound.