My mind is troubled and my soul lays weary, for my thoughts are dark and sad.
The one thing I can’t control are these thoughts,
For the darkness and pain have become me
and I them.
As the mask is lifted, the darkness beneath my eyes lay exposed, this darkness tells a thousand tales
Tales of fear, of sorrow, of regret
Don’t look in my cold eyes, for you will see what such tales can do to the innocence of a child,
and my dear
you’ll never forget it, there it will remain a scar forever.