Like the blade oh so sharp of a knife.
Twisted and pulled as it ends my life...

Why
The image I portray...

I don’t understand not even one bit
How can happiness seem be right there...

On stormy nights
Have hope for red lights and stop signs...

On stormy nights
Have hope for red lights and stop signs...

Why gaze up at the stars in the sky
when i can look at you and see the stars in your...

Last night i put the gun to my head
let off just one shot...

The flip of a coin
the stare into space...

I'm cold and I am heartless
I show no remorse regardless...