Why
The image I portray...

In 17 years i have but one regret.
looking into your eyes the first time we met...

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

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

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

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

FATE
Uncontrollable you have no choice...

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

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

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