I sit on the corner of my room
its dark and cold
the blood runs down my arm
the unfair life i hold
this killing inside me
has a wound that wont end
this hate i have inside
the tears i cant defend
the trust has gone away
my shadow disappears
the pitch black in my eyes
the silence i dont hear
this aching heart i have within
cuts the veins, doesn't let me breath
razer's laying on the ground
the stained blood from last year
the black makeup on my eyes
are dashed across my face
i wait there till i die
this aching heart is at its near end.
