Drunk bastards,
picking up guns...
Tears of blood you cry...
tears of blood that wont die...
The cuts on my wrist from tonight,
proves to the world it isn't delight...
As I walked down these dark streets,
A chill ran down my spine...
I'm hurt, do you know?
But couldn't dare to show...
Fear.
What is the cause of such a thing...
Truthfully, I'm not special nor am I perfect.
Just a girl searching for her place in this world...
Let me burn in my own private hell.
Which is this world...
I stare into the broken mirror infront of me
shattered reflection, broken memories...
Thought i was moving on
thought i was staying strong...
Kerosene wishes, they rush through her head.
Flames all around her... dancing shoes filled with...
You told me you dont feel the same way no more.
I let go of your hand and i felt the tears...