What is life but an illusion, chances they come...
What is life but a fake state, happy or sad, angry...

The boy that hides inside me
he romes around doing what he likes...

Sat here feeling lonely nowhere too hide
the feeling creeping up on me that feeling inside...

Like a lonely child looking out of his bedroom...
like a lonely child looking out into the darkness...

Feeling shitty is just the way of life
I look down at the bloody knife...

Like a frosty winters night
Like the inner child dealt with such fright...

I think about you day and night
The one I loved the one I held tight...

I think to myself what could of been
i still hold on with hope...

A broken heart without a flaw
a broken heart which i must adore...

You lift me higher than i have ever been lifted...
you are the girl for me you are the one i adore...

I cant keep doing this
this anger this rage that builds up inside of me...

A place i have never been to before
a place so exquisite a place so Divine...