It isn't the pain I'm scared of, nor is it death... the thing I'm scared of the most is tomorrow

Bleed me dry
and hear me scream
watch me fly
and see me beam

Gently let the blade touch your wrists and grasp your life, let the blood drip slowly toward the concrete

I gave you everything and never asked for anything... but it still wasnt enough

Time keeps running away, not matter whats left behind, it keeps on moving... tomorrow is not in today, and all of your yesterdays, are only a matter of time.

Slice your wrists and watch your life fall in black swirls towards the pavement

My Eternal Peace Will Cry Tears Of Hardened Blood And Slowly Die...

- not mine -

Will my weakness fall and and now make me suffer for a lifetime?
Is there any way to be made whole again
If I be renewed and find forgiveness by the strength I've never had
Will my scars forever ruin all God's plans?

As I rest against this cold hard wall, will you pass me by?
Will you criticize me as I sit and cry?
I had fought so hard and thought that all my battles had been won
Only to find the war had just begun

Just give me the cold shoulder and walk away, it's not like the pain will ever go away