Thumpy thumpy little heart, why are you always breaking apart ?
Instead of dying of a heart attack, your dying for a pathetic man!

A broken mirror is seven years of bad luck.
A broken soul will take forever to get back up.
A broken mind is not well to mange life.
A broken body will never know how lovely and beautiful in size.
Most of all a broken heart will always carry your lies inside for the rest of their life.

I'm tired of living...
of caring
of loving
of myself
of everyone telling me what's good or not for me
Mostly I'm tired of life and you.

The last time, I felt your lips against mine
Was the last time I cried
Now my lips are dry
And I'm ready to die!

The boy behind the mask
Turn into a man at last
Never did he let go of his past
So now he waits for time to pass
Only to waste was left of his life task
And suddenly to lose grasp of the mask
That made him into an outcast.

His voice is like a lullaby
So deep
So soft
That it even puts death to sleep
Even awake or asleep
It'll be the last of me

Dark rotting skin
Bright yellow eyes
A stitch on the right side of his eye
That was the last time,
I saw my own beloved
Frankenstein.

I always feel weak
when I hear you speak

I always feel like a creep
when I peek to see you sleep

(sigh)..

Is it always wrong to hear my heart creak
to know your gone everyday of the week.

Forever shall the Lamb in me stay mad at the wolf in you.

Two lonely souls bump in the night.
Not even a single pin fell throughout that night.
One soul hunger for pain, and the other for delight.
Now night light flies away,  both could wish to remember that day.

The stars are so bright,
that I watch them with so much delight.
By time they slide away
I think of the day you walked away

Waking by a nightmare
Afraid by morning light
Crying every night
Most likely trying to stay with life