Is life nothing but a word?
a word that isn't meant to be heard...

Is love a decorative toy?
Something we can push around or destroy...

Everyone has a story to tell,
how scars were made and tears were shed...

The sky sings to me,
a bird's lullaby...

I'm so tired of these emotions
the pain inside is over flowing...

I lay upon the broken cement ground,
raindrops falling on my face as I stay unfound...

Look at me,
what do you see...

Can you see me?
Can you feel me...

I want you to know that I love you
from the first moment I saw you I knew...

They fall slow
but ever so much...

I look at the mirror
I cannot see my face...

I live in the darkness
licking my wounds...