Their is a disease inside her soul
The kind that nothing can fix
It spreads and grows till theirs nothing left
No secret worlds inside of her, no halos floating round her head
The angels she used to live by
Have been replaced by the devil
Ripping and clawing its way inside
Sparing no expense
To ruin every bit of light
Now all that´s left is black
Her heart has turned to ice
Her once kind words used sparingly, and laced with hidden meaning
She has turned into a mystery
Her past left in the past

I don't remember the last time I've cried.
I remember many times lying in bed
wishing I could cry.
If I could only cry,
I could prove to myself I'm still human.

I knew I lost you
When your behaviors different
As your calls became infrequent
I became indifferent to you
The words you uttered to me
Felt empty, the love you claimed
Felt forced and pained

I don't know why we keep playing...
These game of lies
I'm trying to figure out
Why we still stay...
Is it the promises we made?
I'd rather you walk away.

I knew I had lost you
When you distanced away
When you once told me "we're better off friends"
Then you came running
Talking about working things out with me
When I should have known
There's nothing to work on
*** the love you claim is empty
A mere fantasy you want to play out

I don't know why we keep playing...
This fantasy of love
I'm trying to figure out
Why I still stay...
I don't want to force you to the promises we made
I'd rather we just walk away

I remember the days when we were two stupid kids,
we were eating blackberries grown on tombs
and the moon was just a big stone
the sun was leaving its last breath on.

Now I am looking for you on the Wood street
where you last time smiled at me,
on the Wood street where people eat with their hands
the remains  of those burned by unhappiness,
while fools sing about love and dreams and the holes in their hearts.

I am looking for you
and I don't know whether you are a human or a dream
or the ash
that slips through my frozen fingers.

Maybe you are just the hole in my soul,
maybe the moon is more than a big stone,
maybe I loved you
maybe
you are still there somewhere
in the Sun's last breath.
Maybe it's just your smile
that has burned
covering my soul
my hands.

You asked me why I haven't left yet.
I haven't left because you are worth fighting for.
I haven't left because you mean the world to me.
You brought light into a world I thought was doomed to be dark forever.
I haven't left because you didn't give up on me.
I haven't left because I can honestly say,
I think I'm in love with you

They robbed us!  

The one’s that told us what it means to be men…

THEY LIED!!!  

They told us feeling is wrong.
And they taught us to be STRONG is to be silent.

"Build a pit," they said, "make it so deep that a lifetime of emotion can’t fill it."  
And we oblige.  
But we know it’s there…
The stench keeps us up at night.  
The fetid fumes cloud our vision;
The windows to our souls opaque to the outside world and those we Love, those we want to reveal ourselves to.  

Meanwhile, inside, we’re clawing at the glass with bloodied hands.  

                                       GOD HELP ME!!!
                                                                ­I want to be free of this!!

See me!  
                                               I’m a human being!  

I have hopes,
         I have dreams,
                I have fears,
I feel sorrow, I know regret, and I believe in redemption…
but all of this...
It's for someone else… someone weak.  

What a lie!
So delicious we swallowed it whole—a bitter pill dipped in honey
Given us by those we love,
                                    by those we trust.  

The poison works through us,
                                         unrelenting,
T w i s t i n g us, turning us against one another…

No emotions!  
Not here!!  
You’re a man!!  
Be a man!!
**** it up!!!
          **** it up until it chokes you!!!
                   **** it up until you can’t feel anymore!!
                             **** it up until you’re dry and broken!!
                                       **** it up until you forget...
What life was and what death is…
              
                               **** it up because that’s what men do.

They corrupted our legacy
They stole our future.  
And we let them do it.  
We helped them do it.

I haven't found peace
And I'm guessing I should
Like it is fundamental for my journey
Yet my journey has come to a halt
Well at least part of it
Like I'm in one car going at the speed of light
While I'm in car that has stopped moving because it broke down and a guy named Joe refuses to fix it, even though he has all the spanners and whatnots

So while one me is almost at the destination
The other me is hopelessly lost