I glaze into the Morror,
your reflection i see...

Cutting has become her ritual...
That she cant live without...

Ain't it funny how,
Some days you wake to find...

Forgive me,
Dont know where to start...

We found a place together,
somewhere we can call home...

I get the nighttime blues so much,
when i can not have your feel,and touch...

I cannot quite justify,
This pain in which I feel...

I'm searching for that something,
that will bring back my smile...

Right now,someones being hit
a slap across the face...

Its hard for me baby,not to cry,
when it comes the time,to say goodbye...

A loved one,
A friend...

Some nights i find,
myself awake...