My face into the wind,
With only a blind eye to see...

My senses are sharp,
yet I can no longer feel...

Numbness surrounds me,
so why do I still feel pain...

As my heart is cut deep,
so why don't I bleed...

My life is dullisional,
which helps me breath...

Sometimes when I wake,
why does life feel so fake...

Why is the girl I love,
as mean as a snake....

Where are those words of kindness...
Which have been replaced with hate..

Why has making love,
been replaced with a kick to the head...

Why has laying in bed together laughing,
to her she procrastinate

Go ask Jake the snake
For Pete sake

For a keepsake
Steal from Peter and Paul and Jake

Jake the snake fish rate
Tate on tape and faith

Now men ******* over me *******
Even club tax and DJ

I am a single princess at stake
Seeing through ******* slate

Now we in a bullcrap state
The toll bridge is golden gate

How one's mind,
can torture oneself...

As the mind races,
with obscured thoughts...

The enemy has now been planted,
and the thoughts are ramped...

Now the feelings begin,
of hatred within....

It's always the other,
so why must i run for cover...

In the lingering fog,
the devil draws near...

With the sounds of the night,
we learn our fears...

From the moment I feel,
the cut of a knife...

As my blood is then spilled,
a coldness comes into my life...

My time draws near,
I can now see the light...

What was once my life,
has been taking by the knife..

As I grasp my last breath,
before I can die....

The life of evil,
has taken my life...

For reasons of the unknown,
what is it about the snakes charm...

Could it be the hypmatising eyes,
that makes one feel paralized...

Could it be the hissing sounds,
that sometimes numbs the mind....

Could it be the site of it's fangs,
that keeps you near...

Could it be the bite of might,
which now the venom flows...

Your time could be near,
as you get feelings of fear...

The snake has now charmed you,
so what do u do...

Let the feelings hurt you,
because your time is due...

As the winter moutian winds,
crest into the sky....

There are many people,
with tears in there eyes...

Tears of joy....
Tears of hurt...

Like a howling moon,
much is at stake...

As the stars divide,
Like feelings we hide...

The truth can be told,
to cleanse ones soal...

These feet have been ridden,
for the life they hold....

With misfeelings of love....
To holding the hurt...

Is life's meaning,
to conquer and divide.

How can one who loved u so,
is now the one who hates u so...

From passionate feelings,
to spiteful words...

From happy thoughts,
to only anger...

To plotting ones move,
to only to hurt you...

The life of love,
Is to give and to take...

But when the feelings die,
much is at stake...

One will try harder to hate,
then to let things go....

This in life,
is what makes life old..

To be single and breathe,
what shall it be...

Or to love someone,
as we grow old...