Sitting in a room,
Broken Mirror's on the floor,
Cut's apon his arm,
Counting only four,
A river made of blood,
And jurnal full of tears,
His clothes are on the floor,
As he reveals his true self,
A boy dressed in black,
A boy who just lacks,
He lacks all friends,
And he lacks being true,
All he does is lie,
And tries to find a crew,
But now it all will stop,
He comes out in true colors,
Black's his name,
Black's his style,
But then agian,
Nothing will make him smile..
