In the beginning I couldn’t mask the screams.
And ever since my life has been falling apart at the seams.
They say nothing in this life is ever as it seems.
But in these shoes you can only dream.
Everything smashed below my feet.
As the pieces kept slowly being taken away and switched but I still couldn’t be free.
Why was I so focused on finding a key?
I can’t even be myself, who would ever want someone like me.
As I kept drowning the melancholy and despair,
I didn’t notice that the fight was always unfair.
But little did they know I knew nothing about the fight, I just found it hard to sleep through the night.
I became overmedicated on pills and whatever I could stomach.
But the masquerade never stopped, they somehow love it.
So as the years went by everything started melting together.
Friends came and went but the only thing that remained were these typed out letters.
Fighting for so long to just be okay.
I never realized why no one ever stayed.
This hoax of a life kept in a cage.
Minute by minute, the good got ****** away.
So now I’m a shell that’s nothing like who I was before,
I thought I was asking too much, they thought I was asking for more.
All I ever wanted was to live a life that’s mine.
If you’re undeserving of yourself what’s left in time?
So as I reflect on the agony of the life I used to live,
I would trade this petty tragedy in for my life back to live.

My soul is filling up with hate.
Something i can never escape.
I just want to run away.
Because i know i'll never be okay.
I guess i'm a drifter, with no one to trust.
**** them all i'm done with temptation, so i'll try to rid myself of all this disgust.
It's because of them who made me unable to adjust.
I guess i always knew i would at most never end up with much.
But i guess i'm at fault too for never quite fitting into these shoes.
So what is there left to do?
There's no hope to continue.
Just a web of lies.
Well orchestrated with different options for each one of them and their disguise.
So what's left in their appalling plan?
I just need to find my way out but i don't think i can.
I'm done trying to be a better me.
There is no key, and i'm losing my sanity.

The shots never cease.
I’m always burning from within.
Why didn’t I just not panic and let the sadness win.
I guess if you’re hopeless for too long nothing will ever be right.
But it doesn’t matter when it’s you against the mass and you can’t sleep through the night.
Why do I care so much about ounces of hope that come and go?
I guess that’s what happens when you’re always alone.
So as I try not to let them further damage my spirit, I’ll keep trying to be strong but death I still fear it.
I guess I’m nearing the final page, I guess it was always too late. If only I wasn’t so stupid and made such grave mistakes.

As I hope to gaze at the stars by the shoreline, I’ll hope my demise isn’t too brutal in time.
So what will it take for me to breathe in a better rhythm?
I don’t know where this path is headed but this feels like it’s filled with sadism.
I know it’s not my fate to ever find a key.
But why the **** is it so hard to find myself and be me?
I don’t understand why some people are so crude.
Maybe that’s why the truth is always so misconstrued.
So as I hope I don’t drop dead while I’m figuring out what to do, I’ll hope I can find my shoes, as I try to live in a brighter hue while I hope who I call the masquerade stops destroying what they feel isn’t true.

Empty days, lonely nights
How i long to hold you in this painful life.
I'm the product of misery.
No, i'm not asking for you to save me
I guess i just miss your company.

Forever lonely.
Why  doesn't this place seem like home to me?
I'm uselessly drifting through this beautiful nightmare.
Maybe i'm just scared..
Of what? Maybe myself.

Oh god this hurts like hell.
This mental state makes me want to yell.
Trying my hardest to stay strong,
Yet everything i do and say is wrong.

Constantly slipping into isolation,
I just want to change my situation.
Finding myself lost in my mind,
doing nothing but wasting precious time.
Always dreaming of a better life,
doing my best to avoid the knife.

If only i was better at standing alone.
Maybe then i could figure out my life and find my way home.
Too pre-occupied fantasizing about finding another,
to love, to trust and have a good time with one another.

I carry with me a damaged heart.
I'm trying not to fall apart.
So focused on trying to be a better me,
Still nothing is working can't you see?
I ache to find someone,
to have a better connection.
to travel the planet with a better sense of direction.

Feeling haunted by the demons in my mind and the ghosts of my past.
Still chasing a happiness that i hope will last.
I'm still trying to rid myself of the darkness that follows me.
Only to find that i'm fading away, almost completely.

And maybe it’s not up to date.
But my life has led me to make such grave mistakes.
Maybe I shouldn’t lock the gate.
But when things unfold it’s up to my mistakes.
I know that things should be easier.
But it doesn’t give way for life to unfurl.
So why can’t I just keep my eyes on the sky?
It doesn’t make it easier for the sun to shine.
So as I wait for that opalescent moon to glow,
It shouldn’t make it harder for the sun to show.
I don’t know what it’ll take for the stars to glow.
I’m not sure what’s left, but as long as the stars still shine there will always be something that glows.

In a well orchestrated reality, how am i supposed to have the right mentality?
The end for me seems to be near.
And how i got here is becoming clear.
Who am i now that i don't wish for anyone to be near?
I guess i'll always be fragile.
If only i could learn to be a little more agile.
But now i'm stuck in this sequence.
It seems that everything is becoming my weakness.
Maybe i need someone to keep in my heart.
I guess i lied because i know love has always been the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
But everyone seems to be turning into shadows of faces i once knew.
Who knew my life would turn into such a disappointing hue?
What to do now? I really don't have a clue.
I guess i'll try to hold back the negativity as i try out these new shoes.

I still remember the day you left.
And how my heart started wrenching in my chest.
The days passed, and you were still the only one I wanted.
Maybe I was lost for a while, but I smile remembering how it started.
You were my music, in a dreary world.
A daydream come to life, you were that beautiful something that unfurled.
But now I’m left cold and alone.
Trying to melt my heart of stone.
But our memories I hold dear.
Hoping one day I might once again hold you near.

No life, no love.
Just alone. No real home.
What’s in the cards for me?
I guess for a while I was able to see.
But I’m losing hope to finding a key.
What’s locked inside my heart?
I can barely feel anything, at least I’m not falling apart.
How do I put the shards of my former self back to the version of the me I used to know.
I’m like a stranger in this body, and my life is a hoax.
No soul, no sorrow, just pity, no woe.
How did things get so contorted and distorted?
I need to get out of here because everything’s unclear.
Life might be worth it if I had someone near.

The blood isn’t rushing like it used to.
What am I supposed to do?
I miss the warm rush streaming down my arm.
How long before it does any harm?
My eyes are starting to fill up with hate.
I know for a fact I need an escape.
It pains me to say but I’m just a mistake.
So I don’t blame you if you never want to see my face.
What am I doing here?
My life is so unclear.
I just know I need you near.

The light is fading, my being is breaking.
Everything’s torn, and it’s my world that’s shaking.
There’s no way out, and it’s not about doubt.
I wish there was a path I could take but it’s my demise that’s my way out.
So as I look back on the beauty I used to see in the world, I’ll wonder why it’s only the despicable to unfurl.
Maybe I’d see that the problems were always around me, but it wasn’t in me to realize that it was always my life that would get washed away in the tides.
And I guess that means this life was never meant for me.

My life and being is so scattered. And now I realize that nothing I do or say ever mattered. How do I escape the latter? I guess here’s to my happily never after.

As i'm counting the days, i find myself wondering why i'm still here.
No matter what i try to do, it always ends with me in tears.
If only i could turn a new leaf.
I just want to be able to get rid of all of this grief.
And it's not just me, it's my soul too.
I guess i better keep my head up high and tie my shoes.
Change is around every corner so i might as well try.
No more meaningless conversations and wanting to die.
So as i gather up my hopes, i'll try not to choke.
As i try to find the right road, i'll just hope i don't lose my soul.

Here comes the new year,
Does that mean new fears?
I've already lost everything i held so dear.
I just hope that there aren't any coming of tears.
So what am i hoping for?
I guess people see me as more or less of a bore.
Social interactions are sometimes becoming a chore.
I sometimes reminisce in our memories.
But i'm so lost and there is no key.
And you, you're nowhere to be found.
I guess now i'm used to the sound.
Of people waltzing in and out of my life.
I tried my best but i couldn't keep my wrists away from the knife.
Ugh, i wish i could start over my life.
Too often i find myself stumbling around without any direction.
Where i was ever going, i have no recollection.
But with a new year, comes new memories.
But as an outcast i'm finding it hard to make my own history.
What can you do when you struggle to find friends?
I'm more or less okay, but i guess i sometimes still pretend.
But when everything is mediocre, you sometimes want to find someone with whom you can get closer.
I guess i lost before it ever began.
Am i stuck here slowly sinking into quicksand?
But if it were up to me, i'd regain my sanity.
And start climbing the stairs in hopes of finding a key.

Living like a shadow and it feels as though the end is nigh. Your love got me so high, but for years my mind has been trying to die. Who am i now? I guess it's hard to tell. Everything keeps changing back and forth so i'm beginning to dwell. Dwell on the fact that life used to be worth it. Now i'm not so sure i even have a purpose. I used to ask myself why you left. Now i'm so ******* lost i'm more than just a wreck. I can't seem to find any reasons for me to have met you yet. But i'm happy i did, despite what we've been through. So as i sit here and try to gather all of my thoughts. I'll try to think of a reason as to why i don't deserve to rot. I know i've seen better days but to have more seems hopeless. I'm sitting on this hospital bed wondering where the hope is. Yeah i guess my throat still burns from death's cold embrace. But until i can see you again i'll try to keep a smile on my face.

I wish things didn’t have to end.
To me you were a godsend.
I know I always make things hard.
Just know I never wanted to leave your arms.
I’ll always remember your soft green eyes.
I wish we had a chance to say our goodbyes.
I’ll hold you forever in my heart.
Even though I ****** up and tore us apart.
But for you I hope for a better start.
Even though you still have my heart.
So as I try to just be alright,
I’ll just hope I don’t get lost in the night.

While you all eat your prey, I'll wonder why I'm the feed and that's probably why I'll never be okay.
But when it's all you do there is no sadism, only idiocy.
There's no point to this mess.
Just a petty conspiracy that ties me into this mess.
So why do you people need to have so much control?
It only leads people living with a lot more than sorrow.
If only this conspiracy would end tomorrow.
But all that anyone has is really only borrowed.
So I guess that's why there's no hope for tomorrow.

Too much ******* how is this sane?
Life is not a petty bigoted game.
Why **** others to feel better?
I guess that’s worse than yourself and a letter.
So why is this web so intricately spun?
There is no winning, what the **** is there to be won?
There’s no sense in this ******* till you people’s contradictary “work” is done.
Is a never ending sequence and it’s not about just any ONE.
So as the web keeps getting more chaotic and slimy,
I’ll wonder how life itself is so ugly and grimey.

the conspiracy is growing. my merciless life and fate is unfolding.
I'll never give in because it's me against you people and all of your sins.
I don't care that I can't win. because winning seems so counterproductive.
why is life a contradictory competition but somehow all of you love it?
if there were a way I could leave id be gone without a trace. but you people keep this ******* going and I'm stuck trapped in a ******* cage.
this is just a demented race. to try to get what you people want and ruin everything in your way.
there's no hope for a better day. because this is a pointless game. and you people never stop it's just more lies and games to have everything your way.
when the greedy and conniving never give it a rest, will there ever be hope to get out of their orchestrated mess?
beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there's no value anywhere in sight. it's just these bigots and their lies.
why keep wearing a disguise? why do you people enjoy ripping apart people's lives to bring their demise?
I'm done with being you people's ******* puppet. but I can't cut the ropes and I can't rise above it.
all of you people watch my every breath.
if I could escape, I think I could do away with the stress.
but I'm sick of all of you who won't get out of my head. I hope that day comes when the lead takes your final breath.
but that would be too easy, for the lifetime of torment.
I guess I'll have to find another way because you're all too ignorant to let this lie dormant.

The web they keep spinning never had any meaning.
It's all of their lies that makes it more deceiving.
Survival of the fittest makes no sense.
Stop ruining people's lives and deciding their deaths.
I've been wondering why they never give it a rest.
But they're all so entitled to what other people posess.
So as i wonder why they've all always wanted me dead.
I'll wonder more about why i've always been trapped by them and why it's not their turn to pay the toll of their deaths.

When there is nothing of value anywhere you look.
And you ponder about the life they so blatantly took.
There's no point to living this belligerent low life.
Because people drag you down and lead you to things worse than the knife.
I can't take the torment and there's no way to stay sane.
Just let me fade into my dreams, but it's a nightmare too so ******* all for tearing my life apart at the seams.

No one knows what to do, the masquerades lies keep everything “true”.
I’m at a loss of what to do.
But everything keeps getting more misconstrued.
Apparently boredom is why they “play”,
My life is nothing but their ****** up charade.

Trapped in this sequence. Where can I go next? Lost it all, including what was hidden in my being and my chest. Everything gets stolen, manipulated or contorted. I don’t know what else there is to do instead of finding some order.

Maybe these feelings are more like despair.
But I guess it’s true that no one truly cares.
I want to feel the blade on my skin.
Let it run red and let the sadness win.
What do I have left in this hell ride I call life?
All I ever feel is mostly only strife.
So I guess I’ll spend my time alone with the moon.
It’s only a matter of time until the doom consumes.
I feel haunted or like a burden in every single room.
The noose would be better than this life of tormented doom.

Seeds of hate planted along my life.
I guess I should have saw it coming, why don’t I just succumb to the knife?
The only way out of this catastrophic mess, is to end my life because I barely have any feeling in my chest.
Everything got ripped away, but somehow in a sociopathic state I’m kind of okay.
How did things turn into such a distorted shade?
i can’t even comprehend how contorted I see things.
Everything’s ****** and there’s no peace it brings.
Does anyone even deserve peace? I honestly can’t see it.
Why **** someone over beyond repair and make it so no one could believe it?
I don’t understand why anyone does any of this *******.
**** it I guess I’ll never have any place to sit.

I guess it was always a downhill battle.
There was never a reward just dealing with ignorant *******.
If there was ever any beauty I’d say it never existed.
Just like truth because this life is so twisted.
So as I hope no one goes through this again, I’ll think of those words and know that whoever did this deserves an unspeakable end.
Life is too distorted for anything pure to exist.
So **** this half lived life filled with petty ignorance and lack of bliss.

there is no beauty in this life.
the only salvation is running my wrists along the blade of the knife.
if what eats away at you body mind and soul doesn't **** you, it will **** away every ounce of the person you grew to be.
and life isn't suffering but no one can see.
you can't put others lives into the hands of your own and expect any sort of beauty or freedom to unfold.
maybe I've been waiting too long for a humane death to take it's toll.
but it's not in my fate and you people's bigoted ******* is getting so ******* old.

Always feeling hated in this world.
I’m nothing but a stupid little girl.
I wish I could just be with you again.
But there’s no more hope I guess we’re both set to mend.
The end for me seems to be near.
I can barely feel anything but the streaming tears.
There’s nothing left but defeat.
Nothing left to do but self medicate and sleep.

When you have no hope, and everyone's been waiting for you to choke, death is only a salvation if you're at the end of the road.
I've been trapped for too long, there's no comfort in songs or dreams.
Everyone keeps their wrong judgment and behaviour going so it's always my life falling apart at the seams.
None of this makes any sense, so i guess it doesn't matter what anyone thinks it means.
You don't torture someone their entire existence and expect them to see what your sadistic bigotry seems to be.
But when you're stuck in a hell hole it doesn't matter what's next.
Because all of you people's planning and pre determination makes me wish me and my consciousness would just ******* drop dead.
So ******* all to burn, you all took any feeling and logic that could ever unfurl.
I'm a shard of what you people decided i am. There's no part of me that i can see i ever was. There's no part of who i am left, just your despicable plan to leave me in the dust.
I don't get your petty mind games and need for control.
**** your parasitic army, there is nothing but your chaotic web of lies to unfold.

I know i need to get up and get out.
But i'm filled with false hope and too much doubt.
I can't help but think i need to end it all.
I just wish i meant enough to someone for them to call.
I guess you could say i have friends.
But i can't stop thinking about the end.
Maybe that's why i'm such a bore.
And my mind keeps leading me to believe the end will be filled with gore.
I guess i'm breaking down more than i thought.
But i know i'll never get closer to what i've sought.
So how do i try to give my self a happy ending?
I guess i'll never know because i'm always stuck mending.
But who i was feels like it's gotten carefully taken apart.
I would gladly take back my broken heart.
Just so i know that i wasn't always falling apart.
But now i know there is nothing but hate for me.
I guess i'll have to forget about finding a key.
So why can't i keep all the good memories in mind?
I guess it's because nothing has, or is going to work out this time.

So much hate, so many lies.
Why do most people still wear a disguise?
I can’t tell if I should run, or hide.
But I can’t tell whose on my side.
I chose a lonely path.
There’s nothing here for me, no hope to last.
So I guess I’ll just keep fighting till my last breath.
I guess I’ll just try to distract myself from my untimely death.

Feelings are still fleeting. Everyone’s still deceiving. I’m trying to be me but all I can see is me leaving. I don’t give a **** anymore it’s lies that everyone’s conceiving.

My eyes used to hold rainy skies, where I could do nothing but burst out and cry.
I used to spend my days wanting to die, and now so much time has passed I can't even figure out why.
I guess there's a darkness that follows me around, maybe that's why I try to keep away from the crowds.
Will I ever know what it is to be loved?
It seems like every passerby has just had enough.
Enough of my seemingly silent ways.
But if they could just see that it's only because I'm never okay.
But maybe that's not the problem anymore.
I have no words to share and I've become such a bore.
So now I'm filled with lacklustre eyes.
So lost in this world, mostly wanting to hide.
But I know there's a part of me that wants to get out.
I don't wanna survive, I want to live. But I feel like there's no way out.

There is no more good locked inside this vessel.
Just a hateful corpse dragging whatever’s left through life.
I guess it was only a matter of time until I no longer cared.
None of this makes sense, when will I reach my last breath of air?
I want to rip my veins right out of my arms.
I feel nothing and that kind of agony would do less harm.
People play god and don’t care about the consequences.
But what if there’s no way out? It’s their lives they should have ended.
Isn’t that what mass murders are usually about?
**** it I guess I’m past just a mess there’s no reason for anymore doubt.

There is no good anywhere I look.
Just people hiding behind whatever false reality I believe in.
Well life is lacking and no one cares about any consequences of any of their actions.
So how do I get away?
Why am I stuck in the this charade?
Why is life just fuckery and their lies and constant games?
I want to go to the edge of the earth to see if there’s any hope out there.
But I doubt there’s any hope for a breath of fresher air.
I don’t get the corruption.
Or why the lives they lead make them love it.
It’s like a cycle of lying and conniving greed.
Fueled by their sick minds to get more “evil” and they don’t care to see.
Yet the problem is still me.
So ******* all and your petty games, I just want to be able to breathe.

What is it I'm running away from?
It's not like I have anyone to run to anymore.
And maybe that's why everything hurts so much.
Maybe it's my mind.
Always playing tricks on me.
Making me believe there's hope, when I've always just been doomed to rot in this world cold and alone.
And I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm so concerned with finding someone to be my someday.
Yeah I guess I can keep daydreaming about a better life.
But it's not my reality.
And that's why I'm stuck in this pit.
Every time I try to dig myself out, it all comes crashing down.
Baby I'm not good at being alone, I need you here to melt my heart of stone.

Tear my chest open, there’s nothing inside.
My life has turned into a string of their lies.
No love to be found, just an empty shell.
I can’t even feel how alone I am and this feels like the worst kind of hell.
Everything gets manipulated or stolen.
And I’m trapped in this house with a family of people who will always be against me.
I just need to get away, I’m sick of this scenery.
So as I try not to focus on the fact that everyone always leaves.
I’ll try to find the pieces of who I once was because whoever I am now is their lifeless projection of me.
So as I try to be someone I can stand seeing and feeling.
Maybe I can find myself in the things they’re concealing.
But I have no will left so maybe I should find my feelings and focus on healing.

The heart shaped bottom at the base of your spine.
Between your back but before your thighs.
Complimenting your waistline below your rear dimples.
Pale and plump, sits your perfect ****.

Plenty to share around.
A beautiful sound emits when my hand rebounds.
A handful of ***** feminine magic.
A sea of flesh so full like the Adriatic.
Carnal lust so tragic.
Call it my ***** infatuation,
I can't get past the passing sensation,
When my firm hand meets your cheeks,
I know that you wont be able to sit for weeks.

Go ahead and take credit for the marionette you’ve made of my being.
You people are rotten and I only want to see you bleeding.
So go ahead and base everything on lies.
Things like this don’t let you shine.
You’re just a cult with every made up disguise, to get what you want no matter the price.
Well it’s ******* lovely that this ends in my demise.
But you all deserve to be in chains waiting to get beaten and sliced.
So as I can’t be the person who could have made things right by ending your cycle of cruel and petty lies. Your stories never add up, but if I’m aware I’ll call your bluff.
I think this is too much and you all think it’s not enough.
Let me slit your mouth to your stomach cause that’s still not enough blood.

Reminiscing of the better days.
I know you didn’t want me to stay.
But you were the light of my life, and everything felt right.
Never having a harder night.
I know we haven’t spoken in years,
And I have a whole lot of new fears.
But you made me feel at home,
And now I’m left with a heart of stone.

What does anyone deserve? When this whole ******* town has proved to be the worst of the worst.
I hope you all crash and burn, but with all the lies will it ever be your turn?
Why can’t I inflict the most excruciating pain? For tearing my life apart at the seams and driving me insane.
No pain would ever suffice.
A mallet? A sledgehammer?
How can I bring your demise?
Is a tile cutter enough to cause you to beg for mercy?
Or would I need to blister your skin after with a blow torch for never letting me see clearly.
But none of this would ever be just.
Unless I drill into your eyes and rip them apart. Only to sawter out your heart.
But would any of this ever be enough?
Nothing will ever suffice because none of this people have anything but despicable distrust.
So as I fantasize about ways to get the job done, the only way is to brutally mutilate and dismember you all after blinding you. One by one.

Why live your life to be powerful?
******* over anyone you see fit.
And you try to keep people in fear for your own benefit.
What is the point of these games? There is nothing if nothing ever has meaning.
So keep feeding this mess that you drag people into.
One day you’ll all fall through the cracks of your misleading plot.
It’s a chaotic web and the more people you string along, the more will go wrong when you’re all the same.
Why the **** don’t you people see any other way?
This is all a petty hoax and there’s no point in trying to play.
So go ahead and put peoples lives in the palms of your hands.
But if the people in power are doing this you’re no better than what the government plans.

Maybe my heart is hard wired to fail.
If only the way I feel could tip the scales.
They say I’m crazy but is that really my reality?
If only I could find someone with the same mentality.
In the beginning it was light and airy.
Why does my mind always find ways to scare me?
Maybe I just have a heavy heart.
I know I tried but I still fell apart.
Still hoping that there’s something after this mess.
If only you could feel my heart beating in my chest.
They often say that time tells all.
So I’ve been menacingly breaking down all my walls.
If only I didn’t **** with the connection.
I’m probably the worst out of your selection.
But I’ll keep my eyes set on the stars.
Hoping soon for you to hold me in your arms.

The fuckery never seems to end.
I can’t fix myself because none of the versions of me are on the mend.
So is this part of their master plan?
Everything is always my fault but this should never happen to anyone again.
What’s left in time? I’m in need of a way out.
Everything’s deceiving and there’s way too much doubt.
So as I hope to find a way out of this labrynth of a maze,
I’ll hope they stop hiding behind versions of me because I’m going insane.

Why give anyone the satisfaction?
It's like my whole existence is rationed.
What was really mine to begin with?
I honestly don't care anymore because i'll never be missed.
What was the point in figuring out a new way to coexist?
Why the **** did i ever care i'm always left for dead and my whole existence is in remiss.
So **** it i guess i just want to shoot myself dead.
Because a lifetime of suffering isn't worth all of these thorns in my head.

And it feels like i'll only be that girl who gets you through the night.
They come and go, i guess i'll be alright.
But when no one ever sticks around, you start doubting your worth.
I guess i'll always be alone, oh god why does this have to hurt?

The winding road knows no end.
It’s a series of lies and I can’t pretend.
Nothing is alright, any good is out of sight.
I can’t hide in my dreams but at least I can sleep through the night.
The chaos never ceases and nothing is alright.
There’s no hope to see the light because any brighter hue is out of sight.
So as I hope they give it a rest, I’ll try to remember the feeling that we’re once in my chest.
But none of this makes any sense.
It’s just an orchestrated hoax **** why can’t this just end?

You told me to meet you wearing my best outfit.
But i didn't have much, so my nicest jeans and blouse had to do.
You came wearing a suit.
That's how i knew you were special.
Our night on the town was far from dull.
Driving through cities formerly untraveled.
How our minds slowly unraveled.
I was lost in your eyes, your soul consumed me.
I felt nothing but pure bliss.
When you held me i knew i was all you wanted.
How i craved you.
But it had to wait.
Our excursion was a pleasant one.
I never wanted it to end.
We spent the whole night talking, laughing, driving, and loving.
But like all things, it had to come to an end.
And i'll never forgive myself for not staying by your side.

Another day at war with you. What exactly am i to do?
You continue prying your way into my well orchestrated wonderland.
I would never expect you to understand.
Looking into your empty eyes, I can see that you're only feeding me lies.
Always forcing me into a state of despair, although I can tell that you don't really care.
Don't you see? Forcing the rain won't take away the pain.

My untimely and brutal demise seems to be reaching its time.
At least I have you by my side.
i don’t want to fade away into the night.
But living the rest of my life is too out of sight.
I never thought things would reach this height.
But I guess I’ll have to come to terms with my life.