Relax,
Close your eyes...

Broken hearts can be mended,
but there will always be a scar...

Suicide,
if my secape...

Getting used to the dissappointments.
Nothing to look forward to...

The Scars on my arms tell a story,
but the pages do not end there...

Falling into old habbits again
burning braincells and cutting skin...

I can feel I don't belong here.
There is always something pulling...

Whiskey gives courage to the cowardly man.
So he can pull the trigger on the gun in his hand...

Where do you go,
when theres noplace to run...

To think that I'll never see you again,
makes the sadness grow deep within...

Drops of darkness,
fall all around...

Hushed sounds
in the dark...