When every road leads to a dead end
What am I left with...

She can finally open her heart.
She's found something in this person...

I wish I had a box
with a lid...

Struggle to keep my eyes open
swollen shut from bleeding tears...

She wants to feel
she makes it bleed...

Each swallow paid
it looked so surreal...

Don't look back
all these faces...

The ring of thunder
is all that I hear...

I'm standing in front of a broken mirror
gleaming shards spread across the floor...

The frost still eats away at my nose
And sits on my face like a bloody stain...

I like how God hasn't wasted his colors
but simply gave you black eyes...

Melt the candle
beside the bed...