The names I was called;
The things said;
Sometimes make me wish;
I was dead.
I regret it now;
And i was to blind to see;
That i hurt you;
And you hurt me.
Hearts of stone;
Souls of ice;
It really makes me stop;
And think twice.
Are we who we really are?
Or are we all fake?
Do we have to loose a loved one
To find out our fate?
