I wake up in the morning
A bitter sweet taste...

Its like its taunting me
Torturing my soul...

A closed door, locked inside.
An old razor, a rusty knife...

Slow screams cry out of her lips
A weakness grows, she's losing grip...

Oh, she\'s alone now.
Yes, she\'s finally alone...

I'm sitting here full of anger.
And my mind is just blank...

Misery circling in puddles upon the ground
Clenching my fist, silence surrounds...

I'm constantly being counted on
To hold my head up high...

Everyday keeps passing
Every second slips by...

I used to swing at everything,
Now I dont swing at all...