My wrist burns like the fires of hell have scorched themselves across the line of crimson. |
Don't look away for a second. |
The shadow moves across the floor. |
If you fall... |
The darkness comes and takes hold of your life. |
"Victims aren't we all?..." -The Crow. |
All alone I start to break, all my love turns to hate... |
A friend shows there true face when you have hit rock bottom, and what lays under the mask may not be what you think...or what you wish to see. |
What I thought was real in life has steered me wrong. Now I'm trying to find out just where I belong. |
No one evers tells the complete truth...expecially when they know they're wrong. |