My key is in your pocket, but you wont give it...
why did you turn my bright world so black...

I went to bed screaming, to a song i don't really...
my eyes are now gleaming, as i reveal the side i...

The skin, so soft, gentle, clean, so easily torn
the knife, so sharp, cold, hard, easily worn...

I draw a line in the sand
on one side is who i am, and on the other is who i...

I try to move on, but i don't seem to move
i cant get away, i seem stuck in this groove...

Are my eyes worthy to stare upon your face?
i no longer see anything else in this place...

The paper is covered with words that no one sees...

The war drums boom across the fields
roars of anger fill the mind of warriors...

I cause myself more pain just to end my other...
i pick old scabs, open them up. i let them bleed...

I try not to look in this twisted glass that shows...
but my eyes fall upon it, and in this i see my own...

I get ready to take a shower, turning the water...
thinking thatt i will be able to feel it, feeling...

I stare out the window and watch the clouds pass...
i feel the soft cold air against my face...